Then he knocked at the door, which was at once opened from the inside by Hunter, and Owen went in.
Rushton was seated in an armchair at his desk, smoking a cigar and reading one of several letters that were lying before him.

At the back was a large unframed photograph of the size known as half-plate of the interior of some building.

At another desk, or rather table, at the other side of the office, a young woman was sitting writing in a large ledger.

There was a typewriting machine on the table at her side.
Rushton glanced up carelessly as Owen came in, but took no further notice of him.
'Just wait a minute,' Hunter said to Owen, and then, after conversing in a low tone with Rushton for a few minutes, the foreman put on his hat and went out of the office through the partition door which led into the front shop.
Owen stood waiting for Rushton to speak.

He wondered why Hunter had sneaked off and felt inclined to open the door and call him back.