“Youwouldgoout，eh？Ibelieveonmysoulyouwould。You——you——
oldfool。But，“saidMaitland，reachinghishandacrossthedesk，“Idon’tgobackonoldfriendsthatway。“
Thetwomenstoodfacingeachotherforafewminutes，withhandsclasped，Maitland’sfacesternandset，Wickes’workinginapitifulefforttostaythetearsthatrandownhischeeks，tochokebackthesobsthatshookhisoldbodyasifinthegripofsomeunseenpowerfulhand。
“Wemustfindaway，“saidMaitland，whenhefeltsureofhisvoice。“Someway，butnotthatway。Sitdown。Wemustgothroughthistogether。“
GrantMaitland抯businessinstinctsandtrainingweresuchastoforbidanytriflingwithloosemanagementinanydepartmentofhisplant。Hewas，moreover，toojustamantoallowanyofhisworkmentosufferforfailuresnottheirown。Hisfirststepwastogetatthefacts。Hispreliminarymovewascharacteristicofhim。HesentforMcNish。