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Updated: July 23, 2025

Bob deliberately crossed the room and rested his two fists, knuckle down, on the polished desktop. Baker waited stolidly for him to proceed. Bob jerked his head toward the stenographer. "I want to talk to you in private," said he. The stenographer glanced toward her employer. The latter nodded, whereupon she gathered a few stray leaves of paper and departed.

Stewart Edward White - The Rules of the Game