"I believe there are no more revisions to be made," declared Judge Gray
with a sigh of weariness. "I have taxed you heavily, my dear, but if you
are equal to finishing these eleven sheets for me by yourself I shall be
grateful. My eyes have reached the limit of endurance, even with all the
help you have given me. I must go to my room."
He paused by Richard's desk on his way out. "Have you finished the
abstract of the chapter on Judge Cahill?" he asked. "No? I thought you
would perhaps have covered that this morning. But--I do not mean to
exact too much. It will be quite satisfactory if you can complete it
this afternoon."
"I am sorry," said his assistant, flushing in a quite unaccustomed
manner. "I have been working more slowly than I realized. I will finish
it as rapidly as I can, sir."
"Don't apologize, Mr. Kendrick. We all have our slow days. I undoubtedly
underestimated the amount of time the chapter would require. Good
afternoon to you."
Richard sat down and plunged into the task he now saw he had merely
played with during the morning. By a tremendous effort he kept his eyes
from lifting to the figure at the typewriter, whose steady clicking
never ceased but for a moment at a time, putting him to shame.
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