Then he turned and motioned to me to follow him out into the other room. I did so, stuffing my "gatt" into my pocket.
"Let me introduce my friend, Mr. Jameson," said Craig, presenting me to the pretty crook.
The introduction quickly over, we three went out to get Craig's car which he kept at a nearby garage.
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That forenoon, Perry Bennett was reading up a case. In the outer office Milton Schofield, his office boy, was industriously chewing gum and admiring his feet cocked up on the desk before him.
The door to the waiting room opened and an attractive woman of perhaps thirty, dressed in extreme mourning, entered with a boy.
Milton cast a glance of scorn at the "little dude." He was in reality about fourteen years old but was dressed to look much younger.
Milton took his feet down in deference to the lady, but snickered openly at the boy. A fight seemed imminent.
"Did you wish to see Mr. Bennett?" asked the precocious Milton politely on one hand while on the other he made a wry grimace.
"Yes—here is my card," replied the woman.