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"I hope he coughs
before he goes in."
But Clayton did not happen to cough. Graham's office was empty,
but there was a sound of voices from Anna Klein's small room beyond.
He crossed to the door and opened it, to stand astonished, his hand
on the door-knob.
Anna Klein was seated at her desk, with her luncheon spread before
her on a newspaper, and seated on the desk, a sandwich in one hand,
the other resting on Anna's shoulder, was Graham. He was laughing
when Clayton opened the door, but the smile froze on his face. He
slid off her desk.
"Want me, father?"
"Yes," said Clayton, curtly. And went out, leaving the door open.
A sort of stricken silence followed his exit, then Graham put down
the sandwich and went out, closing the door behind him. He stood
just inside it in the outer room, rather pale, but looking his father
in the eyes.
"Sorry, father," he said. "I didn't hear you. I - "
"What has that to do with it?"
The boy was silent. To Clayton he looked furtive, guilty.


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