"May I ask what you 've come to see me about ?" "I have n't the slightest idea.

You sent for me." Fairchild produced the telegram, and the greasy person who had taken a position on the other side of a worn, walnut table became immediately obsequious.
"Of course! Of course! Mr.Fairchild! Why did n't you say so when you came in?
Of course--I 've been looking for you all day.

May I offer you a cigar ?" He dragged a box of domestic perfectos from a drawer of the table and struck a match to light one for Fairchild.

He hastily summoned an ash tray from the little room which adjoined the main, more barren office.
Then with a bustling air of urgent business he hurried to both doors and locked them.
"So that we may not be disturbed," he confided in that high, whining voice.

"I am hoping that this is very important." "I also." Fairchild puffed dubiously upon the more dubious cigar.