"Lambert's somewheres about the place," George explained. "Just stay here, and I'll find him and send him in."
"Good business!" Dalrymple agreed, sitting down. "Through all the sooner."
He smiled.
"A little anxious to get home to my wife."
George tried to close his ears. He didn't dare look at the other. He hurried out, closed the door, and went to Goodhue's office. At sight of him Lambert sprang from his chair as if startled by an unforeseen record of catastrophe.
"What's happened?"
"Dalrymple's in my room," George answered without any expression. "He wants to see you. He'll tell you all about it."
He raised his hands, putting a stop to Lambert's alarmed questions.
"Can't wait. Do just one thing for me. Give me half an hour. Keep Dalrymple here for half an hour."
Still Lambert cried for reasons.