"Do you know where he is?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
"You won't get sore again if I tell you, will you?"
Laura rose.
"No—why?" she said.
"He's downstairs—waiting in the car. I promised to tell him what you said."
"Then it was all planned, and—and——"
"Now, dearie, I knew you were up against it, and I wanted to bring you two together. He's got half of the Burgess shows, and if you'll only see him, everything will be fixed."
"When does he want to see me?"