human
I don't think much of you as a book-keeper, you know, Fisker said to Miles Grendall in the now almost deserted Board-room of the South Central Pacific and Mexican Railway. Miles, remembering his father's advice, answered not a word, but merely looked with assumed amazement at the impertinent stranger who dared thus to censure his performances. Fisker had made three or four remarks previous to this, and had appealed both to Paul Montague and to Croll, who were present. He had invited also the attendance of Sir Felix Carbury, Lord Nidderdale, and Mr. Longestaffe, who were all Directors;--but none of them had come. Sir Felix had paid no attention to Fisker's letter. Lord Nidderdale had written a short but characteristic reply.
gpt
Dear Mr. Fisker,--I really don't know anything about it. Yours, Nidderdale. Mr. Longestaffe, with laborious zeal, had closely covered four pages with his reasons for non-attendance, with which the reader shall not be troubled, and which it may be doubted whether even Fisker perused to the end.
human
Upon my word, continued Fisker,
gpt
It vas not my department, Mr. Fisker,
human
Nor anybody else's either, said the domineering American.
gpt
Of course it's on the cards, Mr. Grendall, that we shall have to put you into a witness-box, because there are certain things we must get at.