“My opinion is that Goldstein was talking through his hat. He probably wants the place—but so do I.” Hugh turned with the Prince Charming smile to his companion. “Not for his purpose, though. I want it always to stay full of apple blossoms and nice girls in blue gowns.”
“Oh, Hugh, it’s like a bad dream.”
“Let us pretend it is a nightmare until I see Grimshaw at dinner. He will know the inside facts, and I will run over this evening and tell you all about it.”
There had been a humorous side, to Hugh, to the tête-à-tête meals he and the secretary had been obliged to take in Miss Frink’s absence. They seldom met at breakfast or luncheon, but at the formally correct dinners Hugh comported himself with care not to be irritating.
To-night he approached the subject on his mind with circumspection.
“I heard to-day that Mr. Goldstein wants to purchase the Duane place,” he said.
Grimshaw nodded. “Yes; it will be a very advantageous move for Miss Frink. The ground is too central to be used any longer in the present fashion.”
“You have charge of the transaction?” ventured Hugh.
Grimshaw did not lift his eyes from his plate. “Naturally. I have charge of all Miss Frink’s business moves. I am always watching her interests.”