Norman Melton sat at his desk fingering the pages of the contract that lay in front of him awaiting his signature.
Abruptly and without looking up, he said,
“Well, we have pulled it off, Johnson.”
“Yes, Sir Norman.”
“You have read it all, I suppose.”
“Yes, Sir Norman.”
“You have made all those corrections that were agreed with Miller?”
“Yes, Sir Norman.”
He picked up his pen.
“This should be marked as a red letter day on all of our almanacs. It is the best deal the Melton Motor Company has ever done or is ever likely to do.”
“Yes, Sir Norman.”
Sir Norman put down his pen with a gesture of exasperation.
“Damn you, Johnson! Cannot you ever say anything but ‘yes’? Send Miller to me. No, wait, I will ring when I want him.”
Johnson, an aggrieved expression on his face, left the roo
