She looked up at me for a minute and said, “Donald, I’ve often wondered why it is you get people boosting for you... I guess perhaps it’s because you’re so darn considerate. You—” She quit talking all at once, pushed back her chair, rushed across the office and out the door as though she’d been going to a fire.
I went on into the private office, closed the door, tilted back in a swivel chair, and put my heels up on the top of a desk that had seen lots of hard usage.
After I heard Elsie Brand return to the outer office I picked up the telephone and pushed the button that connected me with her desk.
“Yes?” she asked.
“Make a note of three names, Elsie. They’re Parker Stold, Bernard Carter, and Robert Tindle. Got them?”
“Yes. What about them?”
“If anyone of those people come in, I’m busy, and I’m going to be busy all morning. I can’t see them and I don’t want them to wait. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“If anyone else comes in, try and find out what he wants. Have him sit down and wait. Get him to give you a card if possible. Bring the card in to me.”
“That all?”