She did not know who Pickert was nor whether her pleading had moved Mangan, who had now resumed his seat at the desk, piled high with papers, one of which he was studying closely.
"And you don't think it will do any good if you come to my room ?" Mangan shook his head.
"And shall I wait any longer ?" she continued.

The words were barely audible.

She knew her dismissal had come and that she must face another dreary hunt for new work.
Mangan did not raise his head.

"Sit down.

I'll tell you when I'm through." The door opened and a thick-set man, in a brown suit and derby hat, stepped in.
Mangan wheeled his chair and fronted the two.