"There is one more matter, sir, which will doubtless be of interest
to you," Sexton continued apologetically. "Miss Sumner called me on
the telephone yesterday and instructed me formally to notify the
board of directors of the Laguna Grande Company of a special meeting
of the board, to be held here at two o'clock this afternoon. In view
of the impossibility of communicating with you while you were en
route, I conformed to her wishes. Our by-laws, as you know, stipulate
that no meeting of the board shall be called without formal written
notice to each director mailed twenty-four hours previously."
"What the devil do you mean, Sexton, by conforming to her wishes?
Miss Sumner is not a director of this company." Pennington's voice
was harsh and trembled with apprehension.
"Miss Sumner controls forty per cent. of the Laguna Grande stock,
sir. I took that into consideration."
"You lie!" Pennington all but screamed. "You took into consideration
your job as secretary and general manager. Damnation!"
He rose and commenced pacing up and down his office. Suddenly he
paused. Sexton still stood beside his desk, watching him
respectfully. "You fool!" he snarled. "Get out of here and leave me
alone."
Sexton departed promptly, glancing at his watch as he did so.
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