"Ma'am, I have to see Mr. Davis Tyler and I have to see him today."
"Well, I'm afraid that is out of the question," Miss Mary said, getting snippy for the first time and blowing smoke in Sandy's face. Up to now, she figured she had been pretty damned patient with this boy. "How did you get in here anyway? And just what is the nature of your business?"
"I can only tell Mr. Tyler that, ma'am," Sandy said.
"Well, if you can't tell me, I can't tell Mr. Tyler," Miss Mary said. She moved her foot over behind her desk to a buzzer and pushed it to signal a guard. The man waiting there, who was Shipley Pine, president of Pine Brothers and Moore, Brokers, noticed that Miss Mary was in some distress, and so he stood up. "May I help, Miss Mary?" he asked.
"I'm afraid this boy won't tell me the nature of his business."
"It's personal, sir. I have to see Mr. Davis Tyler himself."
"Have you ever met Mr. Tyler? Does he know you?" Pine asked, but kindly.
"No, sir," Sandy said. "This just come up." A guard appeared, cast a menacing look at Sandy and no doubt would have grabbed him and ushered him out straightaway, except that Shipley Pine appeared to be in charge.
"Well, if the matter is as important as you say it is, I'm sure Mr. Tyler would take the time to consider it if you left a note explaining what you have in mind. I'll deliver it to him myself. That's a promise," Pine said, a revelation that caused Miss Mary's tic to start up again at a furious pace.