It was not often that a man like this one entered the office of Daniel McQuade and Company, General Contractors.
"I have an appointment with Mr.McQuade," said Warrington pleasantly; "would you mind announcing me ?" "Just a moment," answered the girl, rising and entering the private office.

She returned at once.

"Mr.McQuade will see you." Warrington walked quietly into the lion's den.
"Glad to see you, Mr.Warrington," said McQuade, pointing toward a chair.

He did not offer his hand; something told him not to make that mistake.
From under the desk McQuade's dog emerged, stiff and bristling.

On his side, Jove stood squarely on his legs, head on, as they say, his lips writhing and quivering with rage.