“Yes.”
“I'll be out of the office about twenty minutes.”
“Very well.”
Sometimes Mary wished her husband would be a little more explicit. She had a vague sort of feeling that central, or whoever should chance to hear him make this announcement to her so often, might think she requested or perhaps demanded it; might think she wanted to know every place her husband went.
In about half an hour the 'phone rang again, two rings.
John ought to be back. Should she take it for granted? It would be safer to put the receiver to her ear and listen for her husband's voice.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“Is this you Dr. Blank?”
“Looks like it.”