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“It’s about time,” agreed his efficient general manager. “I think it’s been four years since you stopped to take a breath. Going to play a little?”

“That’s the word,” and Allison chuckled like a boy. “Take care of these things,” and tossing him the packet of papers and the memorandum book, he took the portfolio of sketches under his arm.

“I suppose we’ll have your address,” suggested Greggory.

“No.”

Greggory pondered frowningly. He began to see a weight piling up on him, and, though he was capable, he loved his flesh.

“About that Shell Beach extension?” he inquired. “There’s likely to be trouble with the village of Waveview. Their local franchises—”

“Settle it yourself,” directed Allison carelessly, and Greggory stared. During the long and arduous course of Allison’s climb, he had built his success on personal attention to detail. “Good-bye,” and Allison walked out, lighting a cigar on his way to the door.

He stopped his runabout in front of a stationer’s, and bought the largest globe they had in stock.