Balt Haer, who had obviously already had a few, looked at him dourly.
"I should say not," said Balt Finn, the driver of the touring-car.
Joe Mauser avoided the haughty stare of young Balt Haer and addressed himself to the older man.
Balt Haer had been looking back and forth between his father and the newcomer and becoming obviously more puzzled.
Joe hadn't heard of it, however, he had little sympathy for Balt Haer, nor interest in him.
"Of course, captain," Balt Haer flicked his swagger stick against his leg.
She had basic features similar to those of that overbred poppycock, Balt Haer.
In all there were four others in the office, two women clerks fluttering away at typers, and two of Balt Haer's junior officers.
"The captain probably didn't realize that," Balt Haer snorted.
He kept his voice level however, even under the chuckling scorn of his immediate superior, Balt Haer.