him, the mere vague possibility of whose existence sent the blood coursing through his veins in this spontaneous riot whose meaning he himself could not understand?
He recollected suddenly that there was a second visitor waiting in the office outside, summoned the boy, and found that the man had refused to give his name. He found relief in passing through the intervening rooms among his employees to inspect the man himself. He found a middle-aged, tall, well-built, alert and official-looking sort of person in a sack suit, who sat with his hat upon his knee in the attitude of one accustomed to using patience during long waits.
"You want to see me?" Hereford asked. "I am Mr. Hereford."
"Not to see you alone," the man replied, "but after Miss Regan comes."
