“Now, look here, young man. All work in this office is pressing but none so pressing that it cannot pause at my command.”
“But this man is due to leave to-morrow.”
“Oh, I decline to talk about it; it is much too hot. Just close up your desk,” said the young lady, as she swept on to her father's office.
In a short time she returned, bearing that gentleman in triumph with her. “Not ready?” she said. “Really you are most exasperating, Larry.”
“You may as well throw up your hands, Larry. You'd better knock off for the day,” said Mr. Wakeham. “It is really too hot to do anything else than surrender.”
“You see, it is like this, sir,” said Larry. “It is that Colorado mine reconstruction business. Their manager, Dimock, is here. He must leave, he says, tomorrow morning. Mr. Scread thinks he should get these off as soon as possible. So it is necessary that I stick to it till we get it done.”
“How long will it take?” said Mr. Wakeham.
“I expect to finish to-night some time. I have already had a couple of hours with Dimock to-day. He has left me the data.”
“Well, I am very sorry, indeed,” said Mr. Wakeham. “It is a great pity you cannot come with us, and you look rather fagged. Dimock could not delay, eh?”
“He says he has an appointment at Kansas City which he must keep.”