“Tell them there’s nothing more to be said.”
“I’ve told them that. They want to ask you some questions.”
It was his first experience and he dreaded it.
“We’ll have a look at them,” he said. “Let them in.”
As they poured in he scanned their faces. Picking out one, a keen, bald, pugnacious trifle, he asked: “Who are you?”
“I’m from the Evening Post.”
He put the same question to each of the others, and when they were all identified he turned to the first one again.
“Well, Postey, you look so wise, you do the talking. What do you want to know?”
Postey stepped out on the mat and went at him hard. Why had control of the Orient & Pacific been bought? What did it cost? How would it be paid for? Would the road be absorbed by the Great Midwestern or managed independently? Had the new management been appointed? What were Galt’s plans for the future?
To the first question he responded in general terms. To the second he said: “Is that anybody’s business?”