“Admit him.”
Then he rose and stood to receive his visitor.
“Ah, Follingsbee, I’m glad it’s you,” extending his hand cordially. “Sit down, sit down.”
And he pushed his guest toward a big easy chair just opposite his own.
The little lawyer responded warmly to his friendly greeting, established himself comfortably in the chair indicated, and resting a hand upon either knee, smiled as he glanced about him.
“You seem pretty comfortable here,” he said, as his eye roved about the well-equipped private office. “Are you particularly busy just now?”
“I can be quite idle,” smiling slightly, “if you want a little of my leisure.”
The attorney gave a short, dry laugh.
“Do you talk at everybody over the top rail of a fence?” he asked. “I thought that belonged to us lawyers. The fact is that although this is not strictly a social call, it’s a call of minor importance. If you have business on hand, I can wait your leisure.”
The Chief leaned back in his chair and smiled across at his visitor.