He will be there inside of seven minutes.

Thank you.

Good-bye." "Now," she commanded, turning to Hammond, the expression of whose face was a combination of baffled rage, disappointment and fear, "write the check." With a muttered imprecation he went to his desk, jerked out a checkbook and wrote the desired check.
"To whom shall I make it payable ?" he muttered.
"To Thomas G.Harlowe," replied Grace composedly.
Inserting her father's name, he fairly flung the check in her face, and strode to the door.
"Open this door," he commanded.
There was no response.
"You may open the door, Eleanor," called Grace.

"Mr.Hammond is ready to go now." The key turned in the lock.

With a savage jerk, Henry Hammond flung open the door, and brushing Eleanor aside, bolted for the stairway.
Five seconds later the two girls reached the sidewalk and found Mr.
Harlowe waiting for them.
"Father, dear," exclaimed Grace.