All this while the girl at the typewriter never paused. Clickity-click! clickity-click! Suddenly all noises ceased, all but the noise of the typewriter. The two men looked at each other quickly and comprehensively. There was a tramping of feet on the stairs, and presently a knock on the door. Clickity-click!
"You may go," said Bennington to the girl.
The girl gathered up her notes and passed into the main office.
Again came the knock, more aggressive this time.
"Come in."
The committee, headed by Morrissy, entered with shuffling feet. Morrissy saw the Englishman and scowled.
"Well, gentlemen?" said Bennington, sitting on his desk and resting a foot on his chair.
"We have come to learn what you intend to do about this Britisher," began Morrissy.
"I don't recollect your face," replied Bennington thoughtfully. "How long have you been in the shops?"
"I'm not in your shops," returned Morrissy blusteringly.