“I beg your pardon,” he apologized.
“It doesn’t bother me any,” she continued, as she rose. “Only there isn’t any money for the firm in that sort of thing.”
“But there doesn’t seem to be anything around here for me to do.”
“Then make something,” she concluded, as she moved away.
Blake, to whom he had been introduced, was sitting at his desk reading an early edition of an evening paper. Spurred on by her admonition, he strolled over there. Blake glanced up with a nod.
“How you making it?” he inquired.
“There doesn’t seem to be much for me to do,” said Don. “Can you suggest anything?”
“Farnsworth will dig up enough for you later on. I wouldn’t worry about that.”
“But I don’t know anything about the game.”