“Mr. Bishop wants you,” said the bookkeeper.
The manager was dictating to Millie.
“Take this note——” began Mr. Bishop to Jack.
“Mr. Warren wishes to see you, sir,” interrupted a clerk at that juncture.
“Tell him to step right in.”
Mr. Warren, one of the firm’s largest customers, walked into the private office hurriedly.
“Say, Bishop, I just got out in time, didn’t I? L. S. has gone to pieces, and the Exchange is in a panic.”
Millie, with a startled look, glanced at Jack.
The boy had turned as white as a ghost.
“You’re wanted at the ’phone, Hazard,” said another clerk, poking his head inside the sanctum.