seven o'clock
she cried sharply . But he did not hear her ; he had hung up his receiver now . The week that ensued was remarkable for the amount of work Bryce accomplished in the investigation of his father 's affairs -- also for a visit from Donald McTavish , the woods-boss . Bryce found him sitting in the private office one morning at seven o'clock . `` Hello , McTavish , '' he saluted the woods-boss cheerfully and extended his hand for a cordial greeting . His wayward employee stood up , took the proffered hand in both of his huge and callous ones , and held it rather childishly . `` Weel !