“At this particular moment,” said Jonathan Graham, “I have several letters to dictate. It is the wind-up of a day’s routine. I shall be finished at exactly five o’clock. That’s just about an hour from now, isn’t it?”
The reporter nodded.
“Very well,” continued the millionaire. “This coming hour is set and established in my mind. I expect to carry it to its normal conclusion.
“It matters not to me whether I have one hour, or one hundred years, of life ahead of me. That hour will be devoted to the work for which I have appointed it.”
While Stevens jotted his notes, the millionaire walked a few steps; then turned and took his position facing the window.
The reporter looked up and spoke.
“What else, sir?” he questioned.
“That is all,” replied the millionaire, resting his knee against the window sill.
“Nothing else, sir?” asked Stevens.
The millionaire retained his pose, which seemed to be a favorite position.