Shut the door.

I'll send these papers in to the men soon's I open this." Tod obeyed mechanically.

There was a tone in the captain's voice that was new to him.

It sounded as if he were reluctant to be left alone with the letter.
"Now hand me them spectacles." Tod reached over and laid the glasses in his chief's hand.

The captain settled himself deliberately in his revolving chair, adjusted his spectacles, and slit the envelope with his thumb-nail.