It seemed to me that Mr. Talcott did not pay sufficient attention to my presence, but I forgave this, because I felt sure he would be only too glad to avail himself of my services later on. So I followed him and the tow-headed Jenny up to the offices of the bank president.
We did not go up in Minny’s elevator, but in another one, and our appearance at the door of Mr. Gately’s office number one, was met by Norah,—my Norah, who received us with an air of grave importance.
She was unawed by the sight of Mr. Talcott, imposing though he was, and was clearly scornful of Jenny, who had already assumed a jaunty manner.
But Jenny was quite self-possessed, and with a toss of her head at Norah she started to explain.
“I was in here, at my desk, Mr. Talcott,” she began, volubly; “and in Mr. Gately’s office, I heard somebody talking pretty sharp——”
“A man?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How did he get in, if not through your room?”
“Oh, people often went through the hall doors of number two or three, and sometimes they came through my room.”
“Who went through your room this afternoon?”