Get your man Maynard on the string. I'm hanged if I'll be your office boy.
grosvenor
[Beseechingly.
Taney—
[taney goes out. grosvenor takes a step toward the door, stops, and drawing a cigar from his pocket, begins chewing the end nervously. Then he turns quickly, and crossing to the right, picks up the telephone instrument again.
Office of the "Morning Bulletin," please.
[Pause.
Mr. Pollen, please. Out? This is Mr. Grosvenor. On his way to the Club? Thanks.
[mr. conroy enters, right. He is a short, stockily-built man with a belligerent chin covered by a close-cropped, grizzled beard.
conroy