Simmons, who was passing, paused and bestowed on Freddy his most freezing look of disapproval.
“Mr. Chanler is not to be disturbed,” said he, and made to pass on.
“Not so, old Frozen Face,” said Freddy, catching him by the arm. “You don’t pass me by with a haughty look this time. This is the reply to the message the boss sent last night. He wants it while it’s hot off the griddle. Get busy.”
Simmons seemed about to choke.
“Mr. Chanler is not to be disturbed,” he repeated with emphasis.
Freddy turned toward Chanler’s door.
“Will you take it in—or shall I?” he asked.
“But you can’t—it is forbidden!” cried Simmons.
Freddy knocked loudly on the owner’s door.
“The reply to your message from last night, Mr. Chanler,” he called. “It just came.”