"Ring him again."
She rang, reluctantly, without any response. FitzMaugham preferred the sort of annunciator that had to be acknowledged; Walton allowed the girl to break in on his privacy without the formality of a return buzz.
"Still no answer, sir."
Walton was growing impatient. "Okay, devil take the acknowledgment. Break in on him and tell him I'm waiting out here. My presence is important inside."
"Sir, Mr. FitzMaugham absolutely forbids anyone to use the annunciator without his acknowledgment," the girl protested.
He felt his neck going red. "I'll take the responsibility."
"I'm sorry, sir—"
"All right. Get away from that machine and let me talk to him. If there are repercussions, tell him I forced you at gunpoint."
She backed away, horrified, and he slid in behind the desk. He made contact; there was no acknowledgment. He said, "Mr. FitzMaugham, this is Roy. I'm outside your office now. Should I come in, or not?"
Silence. He stared thoughtfully at the apparatus.