The chairman was startled out of his silence.
"I set Malone on to Riley--to fool him."
"You did!" The senator scratched his beard with his finger-nails, drew
his chin in to his neck and looked over his pince-nez at the chairman.
"Too bad he misunderstood you--wasn't it? It would be so nice if we
could give you the credit; but I'm afraid we'll have to hand it to
Riley."
It was not said loudly; but the tone and the glint of the eyes--and the
cultured boss stirred into using slang! The chairman knew that he might
as well pick up his hat and go.
And he did; after he wrote out his resignation with the big boss
dictating it over his shoulder.