JAMES. Not so fast. We haven't convicted him yet.     

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         COKESON. I'd sooner have lost a month's salary than had this happen. [He broods.]       

       JAMES. I hope that fellow will hurry up.     

       COKESON. [Keeping things pleasant for the cashier] It isn't fifty yards, Mr. James. He won't be a minute.     

       JAMES. The idea of dishonesty about this office it hits me hard, Cokeson.     

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         He goes towards the door of the partners' room.       

       SWEEDLE. [Entering quietly, to COKESON in a low voice] She's popped up again, sir-something she forgot to say to Falder.     

       COKESON. [Roused from his abstraction] Eh? Impossible. Send her away!     

       JAMES. What's that?     

       COKESON. Nothing, Mr. James. A private matter. Here, I'll come myself. [He goes into the outer office as JAMES passes into the partners' room] Now, you really mustn't—we can't have anybody just now.     

       RUTH. Not for a minute, sir?     

       COKESON. Reely! Reely! I can't have it. If you want him, wait about; he'll be going out for his lunch directly.     

       RUTH. Yes, sir.     

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         WALTER, entering with the cashier, passes RUTH as she leaves the outer office.       

       COKESON. [To the cashier, who resembles a sedentary dragoon] Good-morning.       [To WALTER] Your father's in there.     

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         WALTER crosses and goes into the partners' room.       

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