Eveley and Angelo listened in silence, as Hiltze strode quickly away. When the last sound had echoed to silence, Angelo leaned over the seat, his thin dark face close to Eveley’s.
“Say, Miss Eveley, where did you pick up that guy?”
“He was the salesman who sold me my car, but he has many friends who are my friends also, so I have met him often. He was only selling autos temporarily, and is making plans now to go into business for himself.”
“I’ll bet your friend Inglish ain’t stuck on him.”
“Not unnaturally,” admitted Eveley, laughing. “He is not.”
“Well, he’s a smart guy, Inglish is,” said Angelo shrewdly. “You can pretty well put it down he’s on the level about folks.”
“You do not seem partial to Mr. Hiltze, Angelo. But he is most kind and sympathetic, and no one works harder for the Americanization of the foreign element than he does.”
“Lots of folks work hard for something to keep the real things dark. I guess he’s got a mash on this dame.”
Eveley was silent.