Dalyrimple had gone to the office just before closing time.
"Mr. Macy, I'd like to speak to you."
"Why—yes." The unhumorous smile appeared. The voice was faintly resentful.
"I want to speak to you in regard to more salary."
Mr. Macy nodded.
"Well," he said doubtfully, "I don't know exactly what you're doing. I'll speak to Mr. Hanson."
He knew exactly what Dalyrimple was doing, and Dalyrimple knew he knew.
"I'm in the stock-room—and, sir, while I'm here I'd like to ask you how much longer I'll have to stay there."
"Why—I'm not sure exactly. Of course it takes some time to learn the stock."
"You told me two months when I started."