This last discovery when his condition was considered, disturbed him most of all, for he saw that Garry was going through some terrible crisis, either professional or financial.
As the two advanced toward the door of the station on their way to the street, the big, burly form of McGowan, the contractor, loomed up.
"I heard you wouldn't be up till late, Mr.Minott," he exclaimed gruffly, blocking Garry's exit to the street.

"I couldn't find you at the Council or at your office, so I had to come here.

We haven't had that last payment on the church.

The vouchers is all ready for your signature, so the head trustee says,--and the money's where you can git at it." Garry braced his shoulders and his jaw tightened.

One secret of the young architect's professional success lay in his command over his men.
Although he was considerate, and sometimes familiar, he never permitted any disrespect.
"Why, yes, Mr.McGowan, that's so," he answered stiffly.