"Yes, yes—we can have it ready in a moment—look it over—take just a few moments," said Flaspoller eagerly. "Sit down, Mr. Crocker, while we look it up."
"Thanks, I prefer to wait outside. Remember I want a complete and minute statement."
He wheeled and went out with disgust, taking his seat by his old place at the window, without removing his hat and coat. He waited thus, long minutes, staring out at the dirt-stained walls of the opposite skyscraper that, five hundred feet in the air, shut them out from a glimpse of the sky, oblivious to whispered conversations, curious glances, or the nervous bustling to and fro of the partners. Presently the telephone buzzed at his side.
"Mr. Hauk would like you to step into his office, sir."
"Tell him to come to me."
It was bravado, but a revenge that was precious to him. Almost immediately Hauk came sliding to his desk, laying a paper before him.
"This is it, Mr. Crocker."
"Every claim you have against the estate—every one?" said Bojo, examining carefully the items.
"Perfectly."
But at this moment Flaspoller arrived hastily and alarmed.