"Filed under Associated Developments," says I.
"Oh, yes, so they were," says he. "Thanks. And could you find out for me when we organized General Transportation?"
"Wa'n't that pulled off the day you waited for that Duluth delegation to show up, just after Easter?" says I.
"That's it," says he, "the fifteenth! Has Marling of Chicago been called up yet?"
"Nope," says I. "He'll be waitin' for the closing quotations, won't he? But there's that four-eyed guy with the whiskers who's been hangin' around a couple of hours."
"Ah!" says Mr. Robert, huntin' out a card on his desk. "That Rowley person! I'd forgotten. What does he want?"
"Didn't say," says I. "Got a roll of something under one arm—crank promoter, maybe. Will I ditch him?"
"Not without being heard," says Mr. Robert. "I haven't time myself, though. Perhaps Mr. Piddie might interview him and——"
"Ah, Piddie!" says I. "He'd take one look at the old gink's round cuffs and turn him down haughty. You know Piddie?"
Mr. Robert smiles. "Then suppose you do it," says he. "Go ahead—full powers. Only remember this: My policy is to give everyone who has a proposition to submit to the Corrugated a respectful and adequate hearing. Get the idea?"