“How are you, Sam?” said Dilling, shaking hands. “It’s good to see someone from home. Just get in?”
“Just about. How’s the Missus and the kids?”
Dilling assured his visitor that their health was good.
“We’ve had an awful lot of sickness this winter. First, the baby was taken with swollen glands, and we’d no sooner got her up an’ about when Sammy came down with grippe, and on top o’ that, the wife had to be operated on for appendicitis. Makes me creep to think what the doctor’s bill is goin’ to be.”
“Don’t worry about that, Sam. Halsey is the soul of consideration and patience.”
“Still, he’s got to be paid. Swell office, you’ve got, Raymond.”
Dilling smiled.
“An improvement on my old one, but modest as offices go.”
“This all there is of it?” queried the stranger.
“This is all. We don’t have suites, you know, until we get to be Deputies or Commissioners, perhaps. It’s plenty large enough.”