Jim was the one who would have
been surest to keep the great property growing greater, year by year.
Sheridan had fallen asleep, night after night, picturing what the
growth would be under Jim. He had believed that Jim was absolutely
certain to be one of the biggest men in the country. Well, it was all
up to Roscoe now!
That reminded him of a question he had in mind to ask Roscoe. It was
a question Sheridan considered of no present importance, but his wife
had suggested it--though vaguely--and he had meant to speak to Roscoe
about it. However, Roscoe had not come into his father's office for
several days, and when Sheridan had seen his son at home there had
been no opportunity.
He waited until the greater part of his day's work was over, toward
four o'clock, and then went down to Roscoe's office, which was on a
lower floor. He found several men waiting for business interviews in
an outer room of the series Roscoe occupied; and he supposed that he
would find his son busy with others, and that his question would have
to be postponed, but when he entered the door marked "R. C. Sheridan.
Private," Roscoe was there alone.
He was sitting with his back to the door, his feet on a window-sill,
and he did not turn as his father opened the door.
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