“Pretty good.”
“Hope you’ve got a permanent situation.”
“I think not. I don’t expect to sell papers more than a week.”
“What are you going to do then?”
“Going back into the office.”
“What office?”
“Mr. Sands’ office.”
“Do you think he’d take back a—”
“Stop there!” said Gilbert, sternly. “You know very well the charge against me is false. Fortunately I am in a position to prove it.”
“You are?” asked John, in alarm.