"I'd like to get an accurate record of what he is saying," I told her.
"Do you mind going?"
"No, I'll be glad to go, Mr. Paret," she said quietly.
"He's doing more harm than we thought," I remarked, after a moment. "I've known him for a good many years. He's clever. He's sowing seeds of discontent, starting trouble that will be very serious unless it is headed off."
Miss McCoy made no comment….
Before noon the next day she brought in the speech, neatly typewritten, and laid it on my desk. Looking up and catching her eye just as she was about to withdraw, I was suddenly impelled to ask:—"Well, what did you think of it?"
She actually flushed, for the first time in my dealings with her betraying a feeling which I am sure she deemed most unprofessional.
"I liked it, Mr. Paret," she replied simply, and I knew that she had understated. It was quite apparent that Krebs had captivated her. I tried not to betray my annoyance.
"Was there a good audience?" I asked.
"Yes," she said.
"How many do you think?"