“Very slightly. Met him once or twice in London.”
“This is a most unusual letter for him to write. You must have stood very high in the profession in London.”
“I had a fairly good position,” said Dr. Bailey.
“May I ask why you left?”
Dr. Bailey hesitated. “I grew tired of the life—and, besides—well—I wanted to get away from things and people.”
“Pardon my asking,” said Fahey hastily. “It was none of my business. But, Doctor—” here he glanced at the letter again, “Bailey, you say your name is?”
“They called me Bailey when I came in and I let it go.”
“Very well, sir,” replied Fahey quickly, “Bailey let it be. My offer holds, only I'll make it four thousand. We can't expect a man of your standing for less.”
“Mr. Fahey, I came here to work on the construction. I wanted to forget. When I saw how things were going at the east end I couldn't help jumping it. I never thought I should have enjoyed my professional work so much. It has kept me busy. I will accept your offer at three thousand, but on the distinct understanding that I am to have my way in everything.”
“By gad! you'll take it, anyway, I imagine,” said Fahey, with a laugh, “so we may as well put it in the contract. In your department you are supreme. If you see anything you want, take it. If you don't see it, we will get it for you.”