“Now,” he directed, “when Hencastle and Hendricks have left the office please find Mrs. Bowser and ask her to be so good as to come to the Quiet Room as soon as she can for a very important conference.”
Miss Mink scurried forth, and he picked up a large pad of paper and began to sketch out posters for the forthcoming Smelly-Welly campaign.
So engrossed was he in this work that he did not notice that it was fully two hours before Mrs. Bowser entered. She was slightly disheveled, slightly smeared with purple ink, slightly flushed, and in her hand were many papers.
“Well, Bowser?” she inquired.
“Sit down, please,” he said most affably.
She did so.
“Bowser,” he began levelly, “I’m not going to beat around the bush. I’m going to tell you straight out.”
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Two heads,” stated Mr. Bowser, “may be better than one in thinking, but one is better than two in doing. So I determined today that I would go ahead and name the new cleaning powder and attend to the christening of the baby myself.”
“Oh, have you really?” said Mrs. Bowser in a voice ten degrees below freezing. “Important, if true.”