"I believe I see your rivals coming now." Hi Martin, Bill Rodgers and Courtney Page strolled rather indolently up to the door and entered.
"You're late," said Len crisply.

"If you boys go into a race, I believe you'll be just as late at the finish." "There wasn't any use in hurrying," grunted Eel.

"There's lots of the day left." "Unless you regard an appointment as a gentlemen's agreement, and to be kept," marked Len Spencer, rather severely.

"I have been giving up my time to this affair of yours, and my time is worth something.

But take seats.