"I don't know about that," he replied. "My business makes it necessary for me to be always on the go. Have you heard from your brother lately?"
Pamela shook her head.
"Jimmy is the most terrible correspondent," she complained. "I don't think I've had any mail from him for two months."
"You didn't know that he and I were sharing rooms together, then, in the Plaza Hotel, I suppose?"
Pamela turned her head a little and gazed at her companion in genuine surprise.
"Sharing rooms in the Plaza Hotel?" she repeated…. "You and Jimmy?"
"I guess that's so," Mr. Fischer assented. "We were doing business together one day, and the subject cropped up somehow or other. Your brother was thinking of making a move, and I'd just been shown these rooms, which were a trifle on the large side for me. I made him an offer and he jumped at it."
"I hope you're not leading James into extravagant ways," she remarked anxiously. "I loved his little apartment in Forty-Second Street and it was so inexpensive."
"Your brother's share of these rooms isn't anything more than he can afford," Mr. Fischer assured her. "That I can promise you. I guess his firm is doing well just now. If they've many more clients like me they are."
"It is very nice of you to put business in his way," Pamela said thoughtfully. "I wonder why you do it, Mr. Fischer?"