“I wish,” said Mr Heywood petulantly, “that I knew him better. It’s terrible having so little contact with the office people.”
“I could send him in to see you.”
“Good Lord, no! I wouldn’t know what to say. I’ll wait and see him tonight at Mrs Stevanson’s.”
“When do you think you’ll change him over?”
“Oh, I don’t know. If I think he has the suitable, ah, temperament, we might change him this week.”
“I know he’ll be really tickled to hear this.”
“I expect so.”
“How is Mrs Heywood?” asked Murphy politely.
“She’s fine, thank you,” said Mr Heywood blankly. Trouble, decided Murphy. The third Mrs Heywood seemed to be following the previous Mrs Heywoods.
“Well...” said Murphy and he mumbled words to himself as he walked toward the door. Mr Heywood stared vacantly at him as he left.