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he would rush out, tell Mr. Golspie she was there, and
thus see her again.

But he was not able to manage it. Mr. Golspie must
have shown his visitor out, for immediately after the
door was opened, Turgis heard Mr. Golspie's voice boom-
ing behind the partition. "Hello, Lena girll" he heard
him say. "Forgotten about your coming. Won't keep
you a minute."

Mr. Golspie then came into the office. "I've got to
go out," he told Mr. Smeeth, "and I shan't be coming
back to-day. Be in about eleven in the morning though,
if anybody wants me, Mr, Dersingham'll be back to-
morrow afternoon, if anybody wants him. And I say,
what's your name—Turgis—"

"Yes, sir," replied Turgis smartly.

"Get hold of the Anglo-Baltic—Mr. Borstein, nobody
else, mind, Mr. Borstein—and tell him from me that if
we've any more delays like that with the stuff, there's
going to be heap big trouble. They said they wouldn't
let us down, and they're letting us down like hell. And
you can tell him that from me."

"Yes, sir, I will. Did you say Mr. Borstein?" And
Turgis stared at Miss Lena Golspie's father, at his
massive bald front, at his great moustache, at his big
square shoulders. Mr. Golspie had never seemed an
ordinary man, but now he had for Turgis the power and
fascination of a demi-god. • Already his very name spelt
sweetness and wonder.

"That's the chap," Mr. Golspie grunted. "After-
noon, everybody," And he departed.

"That was Mr. Golspie's daughter then who came to
the door, was it?" said Mr. Smeeth.

"His daughter, eh?" Miss Matfield raised her eye-