'Dear Mr.Maitland:' Got that?
'Conscious of my unfitness for the position of foreman in--'" "Hush, hush, Tony," implored Mr.Wickes.
Tony waved him aside.
"What have you got, eh ?" At that point the door opened and Grant Maitland stepped into the office.

Tony rose to his feet and, bowing with elaborate grace and dignity, he addressed his chief.
"Good morning, sir.

I am glad to see you, in fact, I wanted to see you but wishing to save your time I was in the very act of dictating a communication to you." "Indeed, Tony ?" said Mr.Maitland gravely.
"Yes, sir, I was on the point of dictating my resignation of my position of foreman." "Step in to the office, Tony," said Mr.Maitland kindly and sadly.
"I don't wish to take your time, sir," said Tony, sobered and quieted by Mr.Maitland's manner, "but my mind is quite made up.

I--" "Come in," said Mr.Maitland, in a voice of quiet command, throwing open his office door.

"I wish to speak to you." "Oh, certainly, sir," answered Tony, pulling himself together with an all too obvious effort.
In half an hour Tony came forth, a sober and subdued man.
"Good-bye, Wickes," he said, "I'm off." "Where are you going, Tony ?" enquired Wickes, startled at the look on Tony's face.
"To hell," he snapped, "where such fools as me belong," and, jamming his hat hard down on his head, he went forth.
In another minute Mr.Maitland appeared at the office door.
"Wickes," he said sharply, "put on your hat and get Jack for me.