"Why?"
"People get excited there and lose both their heads and fortunes in a very few minutes."
"Yes, I know. But I got used to that sort of thing when I was a messenger. It is not new to me."
Broker Gaines had not been gone ten minutes ere Gertie Clayton came in. She had a frightened look in her face. Bob met her, and she said:
"Oh, I saw it in the papers about the man being killed by the broken glass. It's awful, isn't it?"
"Yes, indeed. Come to the ladies' room if you have any time to spare," said Bob, who saw that something had happened.
She followed him, and in the cozy little parlor said to him:
"I can't go back to Mr. Bowles office any more, Bob."
"Why not?"
"He told me this morning that Mr. Bryant's typewriter was sick, and that I would have to go up to his office to do some work for him. I said I was not working for Mr. Bryant and did not care to go to his office. He replied that he and Bryant were in a deal together, and that I must go and earn my salary."