"Well, I won't detain you, since I know you are so busy. Good day."
"Good day, Mr. Morgan. Try to call at my office in the Empire building before you leave town.
"Engineer, if you don't switch better, call at the office this evening and get your time. I will fire you," and Sam hurried to his office, just as John Moore came from another direction, sleepy-eyed, and looking like the "last rose of summer". The Mis' was waiting for him, and as soon as he was inside, she inquired with concealed suspicion:
"Well, where were you last night?"
"In jail."
"You seem fond of that place of late."
He shrugged his shoulders sleepily.
"Where did they get you this time?"
"Rosie's."
"You've been quite a frequenter about there of late...."