"—Go-go where?"
"Oh, I don't know—go anywhere—go out of here."
Jim's face worked. He turned and went slowly out. As he reached the door he said:
"Go-go-good-evening g-gentlemen."
The President's heart relented: "Go to the Superintendent," he called.
Next day he was engaged with his Directors when the door opened and the same apparition stepped within—tall, slim, red-haired, with his little tight coat, short trousers, and clean shirt.
The President frowned.
"Well, what is it?"
"— —I-I-I w-w-w-went to-to the S-S-Superintendent."
"Well, what about it?"