"Yes, I suppose so."
"Well, then, Monday night, Mr. McGowan, either Mr., Minott or I
will be on hand. You must excuse me now. Mrs. Minott wants me, I
think," and he handed McGowan the contract and walked toward the
door, where he stood listening. Something was happening upstairs.
McGowan and his friend looked at each other in silence. The
commotion overhead only added to their discomfiture.
"Well, what do you think, Jim?" McGowan said at last in a subdued,
baffled voice.
"Well, there ain't no use thinkin', Mac. If it's writ that way,
it's writ that way; that's all there is to it--" and the two
joined Jack who had stepped into the hall, his eyes up the
stairway as if he was listening intensely.
"Then you say, Mr. Breen, that Mr. Minott will meet us at the
Board meeting on Monday?"
Jack was about to reply when he caught sight of the doctor, his
hand sliding rapidly down the stair-rail as he approached.
McGowan, fearing to be interrupted, repeated his question in a
louder voice:
"Then you say I'll see Mr.
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