“If any callers come,” said Briggs, “take them into the reception room.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And give these telegrams to Sam.”
Michael nodded gravely; but he did not stir.
“That’s all,” said Briggs, without looking up.
“It’s glad I am, sir, yer got ahead o’ them div’ls last night,” said Michael.
“Thank you, Michael. We had a hard fight.”
“Sure, that was a fine speech yer made, sir.”
Briggs raised his head. “I’m glad you heard it.” He glanced sharply at Michael. “Were you there?”
“No, sir, but me cousin Ned was, that works for Mr. Barstow over the way. He told me about it this mornin’, an’ I’ve read it in the mornin’ papers.”