He went to the door of his son’s office.
“Come on Harry—you too Mike. Come in, Miss Masters, and take down this contract.”
The three men started toward the door. As Grogan passed Miss Masters he whispered: “Young woman, if any more blue skyrockets come for me, play the hose on them.”
“Very well,” said the girl, smiling.
Having secured her notebook she started toward the inner office when a smartly dressed young man entered.
“Hello girlie,” he said, intercepting her.
“Good morning,” replied Miss Masters primly. “What’s your business?”
“Oh, just like that, eh?” said the youth.
“Yes,” replied the girl sharply. “What do you want?”
“Mr. John Boland.”