"Yes, sir." The boy disappeared.
In five minutes he reappeared. "Mr. Gray's out, sir."
"Say I want him as soon as he comes in."
"Yes, sir."
George fingered the letters on his desk, looked at the post-marks, and put them down without opening any. He walked to the window and stood for five minutes looking at the traffic outside. His usual imperturbability had deserted him to-day, chased away by the events of the previous evening. He walked up and down the big office, lit a cigarette, and paused at intervals to look in the mirror over the mantelshelf.
"Lucky thing I got that information last night," he said presently. "That ass Gray is sure to make a fool of himself unless I take him in hand—sure to do it. And that old idiot, too! 'Legacies revert to his daughter's husband.' Never heard of such rot in my life."
He touched the bell again, and again the surprised Budd appeared.
"Mr. Gray," said George.
"Not come back, sir," said the boy.
"Find him—find him!" said the new master.