“But this is a personal interview, Mr. Graham,” pleaded the reporter. “I won’t be long, sir. Just a few minutes. I hate to bother you, sir. But it means a lot to me — “
The millionaire smiled indulgently.
“Come in,” he said, holding the door open. “I’ll see you in ten minutes, Berger. Bring Miss Smythe with you. I have some letters to dictate.”
Safely within the private office, the young reporter sat on the edge of a large leather-covered chair, and looked at the millionaire as the latter took his position behind a mahogany desk.
“My name is Stevens, sir,” explained the reporter. “They gave me this assignment because our regular man was laid up. They waited for him to come back; but he won’t be in until to-morrow. So I have to get this interview. Your name was on the list — “
“What is it all about?” demanded Jonathan Graham.
“It’s a series of articles we’re running,” said the reporter. “Prominent people are interviewed on the same subject. We get all kinds of different opinions.
“We ask them what they would do if they had only one hour more in which to live — “
Jonathan Graham held up his hand.
“That’s enough,” he said coldly. “I’ve seen that absurd column in the Sphere. One man says that he would call up all of his friends and give them a farewell party. Another says that he would take the opportunity to pay off debts of gratitude.