“Your physical instructor.”
“Oh, yes.” His voice changed.
“Would it inconvenience you,” I asked, “if your stepson went to jail for crooked promotion?”
“If my — good God, Donald, what are you talking about?”
“About whether it would inconvenience you if your stepson went to jail for crooked promotion.”
“It would be disastrous. It would be—”
“Is it possible,” I asked, “that you have watched him being promoted to the position of president, without realising that he was simply being pushed out in front?”
“Good God!”
I hung up the telephone.
I paused in the outer office long enough to say to Elsie Brand, “I’m going over to Bertha Cool’s office to tell her she’ll have to get another secretary.”