“Hello!” he said, and nodding his head toward the stage asked, “New piece?”
For a few moments the two men listened to the halting lines from the stage, then Brainard asked coldly:
“Did you want to see me?”
Hollinger looked at him coolly, the merest smile on his curving lips.
“Yes,” he replied, “that is if you aren’t busy? I was in New York and thought I’d look you up.”
Brainard led the way to his private office, which was in the front of the theater behind the library.
“What is it?” he asked shortly, closing the door and standing above his visitor, who had seated himself and crossed his knees comfortably. Hollinger’s smile deepened to a grin.
“I suppose you have something to say to me,” Brainard added impatiently.
“Nothing in particular,” Hollinger replied. “I wanted to see you!”
“What for?”