"
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. "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.
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