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. Don't go to Johnson. You go to
Hendricks--he's Johnson's brother-in-law. You tell him as my purchasing
agent you've come to finish the talk I had with him the other night.
You'll find that does it.... All right. Wait! Call me up to-morrow
afternoon; I'm on the track of a stock of that brass we've been using.
We may get three-eighths of a cent off on it. I'll know by that time.