“No. Mr. Belder said not to make any charge.”
Sellers tilted back his head, closed his eyes. “What does she look like?”
“A blonde, good figure, fine clothes, attractive, still young, but sort of — well, sort of scheming and definitely selfish. If she wants something, she gets it.”
Belder said, “I hardly think that’s fair, Miss Dearborne, you—”
“I’m running this,” Sellers interrupted, his head still tilted back, eyes still closed. “She told you she wanted to see Mr. Belder, is that right?”
“Yes.”
“And you asked her if she had an appointment?”
“Yes.”
“What did she say?”
“She said Mr. Belder would see her if I’d tell him she was here.”