me about Dr. Disbrow and your manager is surely enough.”
“Well, hardly, considering that I am Truscomb’s subordinate. I shouldn’t have committed a breach of professional etiquette, or asked you to do so, if I hadn’t a hope of bettering things; but I have, and that is why I’ve held on at Westmore for the last few months, instead of getting out of it altogether.”
“I’m glad of that,” she said quickly.
“The owner of the mills—young Richard VVestmore—died last winter,” he went on, “and my hope—it’s no more—is that the new broom may sweep a little cleaner.”
“Who is the new broom?”
“Westmore left everything to his Widow, and she is coming here to-morrow to look into the management of the mills.”
“Coming? She doesn’t live here, then?”
“At Hanaford? Heaven forbid! It’s an anomaly nowadays for the employer to live near the employed. The Westmores have always lived in New York—and I believe they have a big place on Long Island.”
“Well, at any rate she is coming, and that ought to be a good sign. Did she never show any interest in the mills during her husband’s life?”
“Not as far as I know. I’ve been at Westmore
three years, and she’s not been seen there in my time.
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