[_Turns to his
desk._] That's all.
SHOMBERG: Better have it before twelve o'clock.
CARTER [_as they go_]: Do what you kin, Mr. Gibson. All the departments
is worked up pretty unusual.
GIBSON [_wearily dropping back into his chair_]: Oh, no, Carter; pretty
usual; that's the trouble.
MIFFLIN: A splendid manifestation of spirit, Mr. Gibson! I'll just take
advantage of the--
[GIBSON _waves his hand, assenting._ MIFFLIN _overtakes the
group at door, puts his hands on the shoulders of two of the
workers; and goes out with them talking eagerly._ NORA
_follows._ GIBSON _sighs heavily; the telephone bell rings. He
takes up the receiver._]
GIBSON: Who is it?... Wait a minute! [_He takes a pad and writes_]:
"Central Associated Lumber Companies." ... Wait a minute. [_Looks at a
slip in a pigeonhole of his desk._] Oh, yes, you called me yesterday....
This is Mr. Ragsdale?... No, no, Mr. Ragsdale, I don't think I'm going
to do any business with you. You asked me forty-eight dollars a thousand
on 200,000 feet.... No, your coming down half a dollar a thousand won't
do it.... I say seventeen cents won't do it.... Hold the wire a minute.
[_Looks for letter in pigeonhole, but finds it in his inside pockets.
Then he holds it open, looking at it beside the telephone as he
speaks._] Hello!... No; I was right; there's nothing doing, Mr.
Ragsdale, I know where I can get that 200,000 feet at forty-five
dollars.... I say I know where I can get that lumber at forty-five
dollars.
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