"He 'phoned me he'd made ten the time limit. Didn't he tell Olga that Stephen would sure be done for if she didn't hand over the real docs by ten o'clock sharp?"
"Olga!" ... "Stephen!" ... Clo felt that she was hearing things she had no right to know.
"The lady's had her hands full all the afternoon and evening," she answered carefully. "I suppose you know what's been going on?"
"Don't know a damned thing since Pete 'phoned some little skirt had brought around the wrong papers to the hotel. Tell him to quit his packing and show up at the 'phone."
"He's gone out this very instant," said Clo. "A boy has come to the door to say there was someone to see him downstairs. Maybe it's the right one. He won't be long anyhow. But I'm just as glad to have a chance for a word with you while he's out of the way. Seems sort of funny he didn't put you wise about the excitement, you know where."
"You mean Park Avenue?"
"Yes. I can't talk in the 'phone the way I would if the wall was thicker. Didn't Pete tell you about the present of pearls the lady got from her husband?"
"What pearls?"
"I can't give you their whole history, but maybe Pete could, if he wanted to."
"What makes you think so? Have you got on to some frame up, or are you kidding?"