The millionaire was searching his face with his cold, keen eyes, but he was still smiling. It was that smile which Angus feared. However, he faced the scrutiny, watching the upward curling of the smoke from the other's cigar, while he relit and puffed a little unsteadily at his own.
"Well?" he said, after a long silence.
Hendrie withdrew his gaze and turned to his desk again.
"Better not cancel the car. I'll need it after all."
Angus rose.
"That all?"
Hendrie reached for a pen, and dipped it in the ink as though about to write. He replied without looking up.
"That's all."
Angus moved toward the door. As he reached it the millionaire's voice stopped him.
"Angus!"