That will perhaps arrest the run." Burtenshaw stammered out his thanks.
Wardlaw cut him short.

"Good-morning, sir," said he.

"I have business of _importance._ Good-day," and bowed him out.
"This is a high-flier," thought Burtenshaw.
Wardlaw then opened the side door and called his short-hand writer.
"Mr.Atkins, please step into the outer office, and don't let a soul come in to me.

Mind, I am out for the day.

Except to Miss Rolleston and her father." He then closed all the doors, and sunk exhausted into a chair, muttering, "Thank Heaven! I have got rid of them all for an hour or two.