Sometimes her obedience bored him. He wished she’d refuse so that he could vent his spite on her. He shrugged and, still frowning, continued to turn the pages of the catalogue.
The house phone buzzed and he shouted for her to answer it. She came out of the other room and, after listening at the receiver, said, “A Mr. Grantham wants to see you.”
Raven nodded. “Send him up,” he said.
She spoke again to the clerk and then went back into the other room. Raven could hear her setting out the tracks.
A knock sounded on the door and Grantham walked in.
Raven nodded. “Come on in,” he said. “Nice little place this, hey?”
Grantham hadn’t been up before. He glanced around. “Very,” he said shortly, taking off his light dust−coat.
He selected a chair and sat down.
Raven watched him narrowly. “Well, what’s wrong?”
Grantham came to the point at once. “Ellinger’s in town,” he said.