Anyway, she
left. I asked about her. She's on the streets."
"Well?"
"Thanks to you and your system."
"Look here, Fanny. I didn't come to you for that kind of
talk. Don't, for heaven's sake, give me any sociological
drivel to-day. I'm not here just to tell you my troubles.
You know what my contract is here with Haynes-Cooper. And
you know the amount of stock I hold. If this scheme of
Haynes's goes in, I go out. Voluntarily. But at my own
price. The Haynes-Cooper plant is at the height of its
efficiency now." He dropped his voice. "But the mail order
business is in its infancy. There's no limit to what can be
done with it in the next few years. Understand? Do you get
what I'm trying to tell you?" He leaned forward, tense and
terribly in earnest.
Fanny stared at him. Then her hand went to her head in a
gesture of weariness. "Not to-day. Please. And not here.
Don't think I'm ungrateful for your confidence. But--this
month has been a terrific strain. Just let me pass the
fifteenth of October.
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