Just now he is exercising some self-control over
irritations which have become habitual, but he is not
uncordial, merely quiet, during his greeting of_ MIFFLIN.]
NORA: This is Mr. Mifflin, Mr. Gibson.
GIBSON: How do you do, Mr. Mifflin.
MIFFLIN [_heartily, as they shake hands_]: I am very glad to meet you,
Mr. Gibson! I hope you don't mind my not writing to you myself for this
interview.
GIBSON: Not at all!
MIFFLIN [_taking a chair_]: I heard Miss Gorodna speak at a meeting two
nights ago--
GIBSON: Yes?
MIFFLIN: And learning that she was one of your employees I asked her to
speak to you about it for me.
GIBSON: I see.
MIFFLIN: Now, in the first place, Mr. Gibson--
[_There is a telephone on_ GIBSON'S _desk; its bell rings._]
GIBSON: Excuse me a moment!
[_At the telephone_]: Hello!... Yes--Gibson.... Oh, hello, McCombs!...
Yes. I want you to buy it.... I want you to buy all of that grade wire
you can lay your hands on. Get it now and go quick. All you can get; I
don't care if it's a three years' supply. There'll be a shortage within
a month.... No; I don't want any more of the celluloid mixture.... No, I
don't want it. They can't make a figure good enough. I've got my own
formula for keys and we're going to make our own mixture.... I'm going
to have my own plant for it right here. I can make it just under fifty
per cent, better than I can buy it.... Wait a minute! I want you to get
hold of that lot of felt over in Newark; the syndicate's after it, but I
want you to beat them to it.
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