"Yes? Then your business with me is—? Perhaps you desire board?" and she smiled; first at him and then at me.
"No; we do not wish board," was the quiet reply. "We come to see you on business."
"And what is it?"
"We would like to see you privately."
"Certainly. Pray take a seat. I will close the doors."
She shut the folding doors leading to the sitting room, and then the door to the hall.
"Now I am quite at your service," she said, and peered at us rather sharply.
There was an awkward pause for a moment, and then Mr. Harrison went on bluntly:&—
"Has Mr. Aaron Woodward or Chris Holtzmann been here since yesterday, madam?"
Mrs. Mitts started at the mention of the two names. Then she recovered herself.