'Miss who, sir?'
'Miss Payne, of the millinery department.'
'A tall young lady, sir?'
'Yes.'
'With chestnut hair?'
'Now you have me,' he lied.
'I fancy I know who you mean, sir; and now I come to think of it, I don't think she has.'
The waitress spoke in an apologetic tone, and looked at the clock with an apologetic look. She was no fool, that waitress.
'Thank you.'
As he left the room Albert Shawn entered by the other door, and, perceiving nobody but the waitress, kissed the waitress, and was kissed by her heartily.