“Katherine, you are a brick. You shall have the new cart. Yes, sir. I'll order it to-morrow.”
“What have I done?”
“You've saved the day, my dear.” Suddenly he frowned again. “Hold on; when did you see him?”
“I met him about three. I guess he was here an hour or more.”
“Couldn't be better! But he must be an awful fool.”
Katherine bit her lip.
“Why?” she asked quietly.
“Don't you see? If he had seen Weeks early enough they might have upset me. He must be an awful fool.”
Katherine followed him to the elevator with a peculiar expression. She wondered why her father's remark annoyed her.
Before leaving Manchester Mr. McNally wired to the Tillman City Finance Committee an invitation to dine at the Hotel Tremain at 7.45 P.M. During the journey he matured his plan of campaign.