“I vill not stand for such foolishness,” pounded Heinzman on the arm of his chair.
“Very well,” said Newmark crisply, reaching for the contract.
But Heinzman clung to it.
“It is absurd,” he repeated in a milder tone. “See, I vill strike it out.” He did so with a few dashes of the pen.
“We have no intention,” stated Newmark with decision, “of giving you the chance to hang up our drive.”
Heinzman caught his breath like a child about to cry out.
“So that is what you think!” he shouted at them. “That's the sort of men you think we are! I'll show you you cannot come into honest men's offices to insoolt them by such insinuations!” He tore the contract in pieces and threw it in the waste basket. “Get oudt of here!” he cried.
Newmark arose as dry and precise as ever. Orde was going red and white by turns, and his hands twitched.
“Then I understand you to refuse our offer?” asked Newmark coolly.
“Refuse! Yes! You and your whole kapoodle!” yelled Heinzman.