It was evident he remembered meeting Mr.Merrick, for he smiled and returned the "nabob's" nod.
Mr.Skeelty had a private enclosed office in a corner of the room.

Being admitted to this sanctum, the visitors found the manager to be a small, puffy individual about forty-five years of age, with shrewd, beadlike black eyes and an insolent assumption of super-importance.

Skeelty interrupted his task of running up columns of impressive figures to ask his callers to be seated, and opened the interview with characteristic abruptness.
"You're Merrick, eh?
I remember.

You want to buy power, and we have it to sell.

How much will you contract to take ?" "I don't know just how much we need," answered Uncle John.