"Yes."
"If you could take him aback somehow—nothing would give him such an idea of you. I think that was what—well, I was so completely overcome by your audacity——"
"You seemed so," commented Glover, rather grimly. "Very well, if you want him taken aback, I will take him aback, even if I have to resort to force." He withdrew his right arm from its sling and began unwrapping the bandages and throwing the splints Into the fire.
"What in the world are you doing?" asked Gertrude, in consternation.
"There's no use carrying these things any longer. My right arm is just as strong as it ever was—and to tell the truth——"
"Now keep your distance, if you please."
"To tell the truth, I never could play ball left-handed, anyway, Gertrude. Now, let's begin easy. Just shake hands with me."
"I'll do nothing of the sort. It's bad form, anyway. You may just shake hands with yourself. All things considered, I think you have good reason to."
"I understand you were chief engineer of this system at one time," began Mr. Brock, at the very outset of the dreaded interview.
"I was," answered Glover.