"Senator Norman?"
"Yes."
"This is Mr. Black. Have you got rid of Rockwell yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Well, can't you throw him out? I am due at the Council meeting at nine, of course. And I don't care to discuss--matters--with you in his presence, naturally. When shall I come up?"
Now the Mayor's rather long speech had given Merriam time to think. He recalled his great idea, and a new inspiration, as to ways and means, came to him.
"Eight-thirty," he replied curtly.
"But, good God!" cried the Mayor, "that gives us so little time. Can't you----"
"I said eight-thirty, damn you!"
And Merriam hung up and turned to face Rockwell at his elbow.