I sat dazed—thinking about it—thinking it over and over—I couldn't understand it, try as I might. Why should he have been so angry that day—had he not told me to come there? And had he not said I should have a report?
—And then suddenly something flashed over me that made me leap! That firm had written him a letter the day before yesterday asking about the manuscript, and that was why he was angry! And he had sent his secretary down to inquire!—But why in Heaven's name should he send his secretary down to inquire when he had a telephone connecting with the firm right there in his office!
And so I saw it—all in one instant the thing flashed over me!
I was so wild I paid a car-fare—I rode straight as a die down to that place, and I went in and saw the clerk.
“He has sent the manuscript now,” I said, “hasn't he?”
“Yes,” she said.
“He sent it in yesterday?” I said.
“Yes.”
“He sent it by his secretary, didn't he?”