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The little man was trembling with anger. His thin face was distorted and red, and he pushed the male secretary so hard that the other man almost fell. He rushed into the inner office, with the secretary trailing.
"Tm sorry, boss," the secretary blurted. "I tried to explain that you were busy, but this man insisted—"
The boss was an opulent character. His hair was white, and he looked well fed. From behind the desk, he looked calmly at the wild-eyed little man.
"Ws all right, Barton. He waved the secretary out of the room and nodded to the little man. "Won't you sit down for a moment?"
The little fellow glared at him.
"Your name's Grant, isn't it?" he asked.
"You already know that," was the soft reply. My name's on the door."
"Well, Grant," sneered the little man, "I came here to kill you."
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