Having made this important decision and having convinced himself
that he was about to start on a new life, Jimmy strode to the
door of the office and, without disturbing the injured Andrew, he
called sharply to Miss Perkins to come at once and take his
letters.
Poor Jimmy! Again he tried in vain to concentrate upon the
details of the "cut-glass" industry. Invariably his mind would
wander back to the unexpected incidents of the morning. Stopping
suddenly in the middle of a letter to a competing firm, he began
pacing hurriedly up and down the room.
Had she not feared that her chief might misconstrue any
suggestion from her as an act of impertinence, Miss Perkins,
having learned all the company's cut-glass quotations by rote,
could easily have supplied the remainder of the letter. As it
was, she waited impatiently, tapping the corner of the desk with
her idle pencil. Jimmy turned at the sound, and glanced at the
pencil with unmistakable disapproval. Miss Perkins waited in
silence. After one or two more uneasy laps about the room, Jimmy
went to his 'phone and called his house number.
"It's undoubtedly domestic trouble," decided Miss Perkins, and
she wondered whether it would be delicate of her, under the
circumstances, to remain in the room.
From her employer's conversation at the 'phone, it was clear to
Miss Perkins that Mrs.
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