"Can't we give it to another printer?" asked Jasper.
"Who?"
"Morse Brothers?"
"They are full and running over with work. I inquired there yesterday; we may want a little extra done as the rush over those Primary Readers is coming on. No, I can't think of a place where we could crowd it in, if we took it away from Bendel."
Jasper's gaze thoughtfully followed the drift of a shaving blown by the draft along the warehouse floor.
"I think I'll send you down to New York to see Bendel, and find out how things are. I don't get any satisfaction from letters," said Mr. Marlowe in a minute. "Beside you can attend to some other matters; and then there is that Troy job; you can do that."
"Very well, sir."
"Can you take the night express?" Mr. Marlowe pulled out his watch. It was ten minutes of three.
"Can I leave the Ransom bills I was checking off? Mr. Parker said they were the most important of the lot."
"Parker must give them to Richard; he knows pretty well how to do them, unless he can find time for them himself."