I wandered over to the desk. The mob was still struggling for attention. I stood watching them for a moment, then I took a match, struck it on the sole of my shoe and set fire to a newspaper one of the kikes had under his arm. I stood back and waited.
There was almost a riot when the paper flared up. While they were all trying to put the fire out, I got in front and asked the girl to put me through to Spencer’s secretary.
She was also a smart jane. “Have you an appointment?” she asked, watching with half an eye the commotion going on amongst the kikes.
I was getting sick of this. “Listen, sister,” I said; “ring and tell whoever looks after Mr. Spencer’s business that Nick Mason’s outside, an’ if I’m kept waiting much longer I’m going to get annoyed.”
She looked at me thoughtfully, making up her mind whether or not I was bluffing, then she decided I wasn’t and rang through. I stood over her while she gave the message. She pulled the plug out. “Room 26, on your right,” she said briefly.
“Thank you, baby… I hope your dreams include me to-night.”
I went over to Room 26, knocked on the door and went in. It was a small room, obviously an outer office. A flat-top desk took up most of the space. The carpet was like grass, and there was one good painting of a nude on the wall. The nude held my attention for a second. It was the first thing you saw when you came into the room. I thought, after I’d taken a quick look, that if they were built that way these days the cushion trade would be shot to hell.
I got my eyes down to the desk. Sitting there was a dizzy-looking brunette. Now don’t get me wrong about this girl. She wasn’t Ritzy—she was the kind of girl you’d take home to your ma and not be nervous of starting a riot. She’d got a lot of soft brown hair and her eyes were large and brown. Her mouth was large and generous and her nose was small and cute.
“You’ll pardon me,” I said. “That dame up there got me startled. I didn’t see you.”
She smiled. “Mr. Mason?”