"That's all the news.

Hurry, now! Report to me, won't you, as soon as you find out whether you can secure the property?
I haven't made an entry on my score board since last Wednesday night.

Good-by." "Good-by," said Johnny reluctantly; but he held the telephone open, trying to think of something else to say until he heard the click which told him that she had hung up.
Last Wednesday night! Why, that was the night he had given the dinner in celebration of his passing the quarter-of-a-million mark; and after he had taken her home from the dinner she had sat up to rule and mark that elaborate score board! Somehow his lungs felt very light and buoyant.
Collaton, though?
How did he get into the deal?
Suddenly Johnny remembered Val Russel's joking at the committee meeting.

Gresham again! "Loring, I don't think I can wait till June first to get after the scalps of Gresham and Collaton," he declared as he prepared to go out.
"I want to soak them now." James Jameson-Guff, so christened by his wife, but more familiarly known among his associates as Jim Guff, received Johnny with a frown when he understood his errand.
"You're too late," he told Johnny.

"We've turned the option over to our wives to do with as they pleased.