"Tell your chief I'll call in and give him my final directions to-day," he curtly said.
In two hours Arthur Ferris had made the formal toilet for a professional duel of wits.

He was the first caller when the silver-haired counselor had dispatched his morning mail.
Mr.Stillwell's frosty blue eyes gleamed with an Arctic light as Arthur Ferris opened his masked batteries.

In all that long ride down Broadway, Ferris had arranged the "subject matter" evidently to his own satisfaction.

But he floundered under the mute inquiry of those frosty eyes, and the floundering finally ceased.
"Do I understand that you ask or demand an interview with Miss Worthington ?" icily said the old lawyer.

"If you will put your wishes in writing, I will convey them to her.