"And who are you, pray?"
"I am Mr. Randolph's er—er—secretary."
For the life of him he could not get through it without a grin, and to his relief the old lady's lips also twitched.
"Much need he had for a secretary!" she said, then added shrewdly: "Aren't you the soldier that put the splint on my leg?"
Quin modestly acknowledged that he was.
"It was a mighty poor job," said Madam, "but I guess it was better than nothing."
"How's the leg coming on?" inquired Quin affably.
"It's not coming on at all," Madam said. "If I listen to those fool doctors it's coming off."
Quin shook his head in emphatic disapproval.
"Don't you listen to 'em," he advised earnestly.