“She might not!” Mrs Mansfield declined to lose her last shred of excitement. “Stenographers are flippy enough, Lord knows! But this little snipjack, now, she was a real little vamp!”
“You don’t know her?”
“My land! I guess I don’t! I’m a respectable married woman——”
“And probably she is a respectable unmarried woman——”
“Coming to see a man in his apartment?”
“Well, until we know the circumstances we can’t judge her. I say, Prescott, get that photograph, will you. You know, the——”
“I know,” and Prescott went back across the hall. He returned with the picture of the girl Kelly had called Ivy Hayes.
“This the lady?”
“That’s the one,” said Mrs Mansfield, drawing away from it, “but she’s no lady.”
“Oh, come, now, you don’t know her. She’s a little moving picture actress. She may have had business with Mr Gleason.”