Gantry was astonished and he admitted it in exclamatory phrase.
"You hoped it was only a young woman's fad—which it probably is," Gantry cut in.
Gantry tells me that you are pretty well up in corporation law.
Gantry seems to think that the railroads—or his railroad, at least—are persecuted.
This time Gantry's smile was a grin of complete intelligence.
"You say it's enough for you; it won't be enough for Mr. McVickar," Gantry interposed.
The despatcher had thought that Mr. Gantry might want to know.
"Ranlett is mistaken—about twenty minutes mistaken," was Gantry's reply.
You were in it, and Gantry was in it—and Gantry's superiors and mine.
It opened under his hand, and he found Gantry sitting at his desk.