"I've been in New York a good deal lately and I guess I've neglected things here.

I'll try to come up in the morning, and if everything's all right I'll get a certificate and fill it up and you'll get a check in a few days." "Yes, but you said that last week." There was a sound of defiance in McGowan's voice.
"If I did I had good reason for the delay," answered Garry with a flash of anger.

"I'm not running my office to suit you." "Nor for anybody else who wants his money and who's got to have it, and I want to tell you, Mr.Minott, right here, and I don't care who hears it, that I want mine or I'll know the reason why." Garry wheeled fiercely and raised his hand as if to strike the speaker, then it dropped to his side.
"I don't blame you, Mr.McGowan," he said in a restrained, even voice.
"I have no doubt that it's due you and you ought to have it, but I've been pretty hard pressed lately with some matters in New York; so much so that I've been obliged to take the early morning train,--and you can see yourself what time I get home.

Just give me a day or two longer and I'll examine the work and straighten it out.

And then again, I'm not very well." The contractor glared into the speaker's face as if to continue the discussion, then his features relaxed.