Carolyn’s hand dropped to the narrow belt at her waist. She vanished before Mart’s hand was halfway up.
“Quick enough,” she said from the other side of the room.
“Not bad,” said Mart. “A little slow in getting your hand on the tab, though. Maybe we ought to practice a little. Anybody want to see Jersey beach tonight —?”
Mart and Berk reopened their offices the next morning. Almost before they had the desks dusted off, there was a visitor. Mart looked up and grinned as Don Wolfe was ushered in.
“I heard Baird on television last night,” said the engineer.
“Oh?” said Mart.
“Yes. A dam good thing, too. I was pretty sore the last time I went out of here.”
“I don't recall having done anything to offend,” said Mart.
“Nothing,” said Wolfe, “except give an exhibition of the most colossal, insufferable, unbearable conceit that one human being has ever displayed toward another.”
“That’s quite an interpretation of my conduct.”