“Big business interests me,” said Paget languidly. “I become bored with trifles — and that’s why I don’t work any more than is necessary.”
The butler entered.
“Telephone, sir,” he said to Wilbur Blake.
Blake’s face was puzzled as he arose.
“Come along, Rodney,” he said. “I’ll answer the phone on the way to the billiard room.”
They entered the large living room, and Blake went to the phone. He held a short conversation; then hung up the receiver and turned to Paget.
“I’ll have to run over to see Barton,” he explained. “He’s all worried about that trust-company proposition. Expects a couple of men in tonight and wants me there.”
“Can’t you wait for Otto to come back?”
“No. But it won’t matter. Otto always drives me, wherever I go, but I can make this short run myself. I’ll have to take the sedan, though. Otto has the speedster.”
“Want me to come with you?”