He wants an appointment," said Mr.Bagley, holding out a card.
"I can't see him.

Tell him so," came the answer, quick as a flash.
"Who else ?" he demanded.

"Where's your list ?" Mr.Bagley took from the desk a list of names and read them over.
"General Abbey telephoned.

He says you promised--" "Yes, yes," interrupted Ryder impatiently, "but not here.

Down town, to-morrow, any time.