“Hello, Mr. Bullion,” he said, as that solid man came in. “You’re late, aren’t you.”
“Why, for that matter, so are you. You must have been absorbed in your accounts or you would have heard me sooner. I thought I would have to shake the place down.”
“Well, you know, the policeman sometimes tries the door and I thought at first it was he. Won’t you sit down?”
“Thanks! Don’t care if I do. Busy tonight?”
“Just got through.”
“Well, how are things going?”
“Oh, slowly as usual. Slowly because we have not facilities enough, but we’ve got all the work we can do.”
“Does it pay you for what work you do?”
“Certainly. I’m not in this business as a philanthropist, you know.”
“No. I didn’t suppose you were. Now, see here, Crandall, I think you have a good thing of it here and one of the enterprises that if extended would develop into a big business.”