“I know a little something about your work already,” reiterated Butler, wisely.
“Very well, then; whenever you have a commission you can call at my office, or write, or I will call here. I will give you my secret operating code, so that anything you say will be strictly confidential.”
“Well, we’ll not say anything more now. In a few days I’ll have somethin’ for you. When I do, you can draw on my bank for what you need, up to a certain amount.” He got up and looked out into the street, and Cowperwood also arose.
“It’s a fine day now, isn’t it?”
“It surely is.”
“Well, we’ll get to know each other better, I’m sure.”
He held out his hand.
“I hope so.”
Cowperwood went out, Butler accompanying him to the door. As he did so a young girl bounded in from the street, red-cheeked, blue-eyed, wearing a scarlet cape with the peaked hood thrown over her red-gold hair.
“Oh, daddy, I almost knocked you down.”