“Bird named McClellan.”
“I don’t know him; do I?”
“I don’t know why you should; never met him before, myself. Well, do you want to trade?”
“I don’t much care what I do.”
Standish surveyed him closely. “You’re very peppy this morning, seems to me.”
“I’ve got an excuse to be.”
“For publication?”
“Not yet. You’ll see it soon enough.”
Standish’s eyes dropped back to his desk. “Well, let’s get this lease question off our chests. If you’ll let me handle it for you, I’ll guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”