Then he turned and called: "Dayson--a moment." "Certainly," said Dayson, jumping up.

He planted his hat doggishly at the back of his head, stuck his hands into his pockets, and swaggered after his employer.
The inner door closed on the three men.

Hilda, staring at the notebook, blushing and nibbling at the pencil, was left alone under the gas.

She could feel her heart beating violently..