“Carnegie, do you ever make a mistake?”—[page 376].
The Chief passed his hand across his brow, and seemed to meditate, while the Expert gathered up the heap of letters and arranged them once more into a neat packet.
“If you are still in doubt,” he said tartly, “you might try—somebody else.”
“No, no, Carnegie,” replied the Chief, rousing himself, “you are right, no doubt. You must be right.”
Carnegie snapped a rubber band about the newly-arranged packet, and tossed it down beside the two letters.
“Then,” he said, taking up his hat, “I suppose you have no further use for me?”
“Not at present, Carnegie.”
The Expert turned sharply, and without further ceremony whisked out of the room.