“What is it?”
“Mr. Whitewell called up. Apparently, he’s stuck for about forty thousand dollars on the shortage.”
“Too bad.”
“He’s asked me to meet him at my office at eight o’clock so he can make a complete settlement.”
“Why so early?”
“He’s going to have to go to San Francisco on the ten o’clock plane.”
“I see.”
“And I wanted to call you up to be sure I had all your expenses — that trip of yours to Reno, and all those incidentals.”
“I made an account, itemized it, and put it in an envelope on your desk. You’ll find it there.”
“All right, that’s fine.”