If that means any money in your
pocket, it's none of my business. But I'm not your slave, Grosvenor. And
don't you forget it.
GROSVENOR
You'll keep me posted? If anything goes wrong, I've got to have time to
get from under. You'll surely keep me posted?
TANEY
Get your man Maynard on the string. I'm hanged if I'll be your office
boy.
GROSVENOR
[_Beseechingly._
Taney--
[TANEY _goes out._ GROSVENOR _takes a step toward the
door, stops, and drawing a cigar from his pocket, begins chewing the end
nervously. Then he turns quickly, and crossing to the right, picks up
the telephone instrument again._
Office of the "Morning Bulletin," please.
[_Pause._
Mr. Pollen, please. Out? This is Mr. Grosvenor. On his way to the Club?
Thanks.
[MR. CONROY _enters, right. He is a short, stockily-built man
with a belligerent chin covered by a close-cropped, grizzled beard._
CONROY
Hello, Grosvenor.
[_With a sharp glance and not entirely pleasant smile._
I might have known that I'd find you on the job. What is it this
time--canned goods, uniforms, hospital supplies--or just general
enthusiasm?
GROSVENOR
A little business, but mainly enthusiasm.
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