"I tell her I'll have her searched."
"Not with my consent," I said, feeling absolutely determined now. "And to do it without my consent you have to wait."
"I shall go through the other girl's things, then, first," snorted the excited Jew. "What's the name of the girl this one's alleged to be working for?" In every look and tone the man voiced his conviction that poor little Million and I were two notorious, practised jewel thieves in a new disguise.
"This woman who calls herself Million, I will go through her things."
"You will not," I said stiffly. "My mistress is out. I will not allow any of her things to be touched during her absence. That is my duty."
"That's so," said the young American softly.
The excited Jew man almost grimaced with rage. Loudly he demanded: "Out, is she? 'Out'? Where may that be?"
How ardently I wished that I knew, myself!
But all I said was: "I fail to see that it has got anything to do with you."
"Probably," said the manager soothingly, "probably when Miss Million returns she will persuade Miss Smith to be more reasonable."