“What’s he like?” Bertha asked. “Damn it, I’ve spoiled that one. I can’t talk and write at the same time.”
Elsie said, “Shall I see what he wants?”
“Yes. Close the door.”
Elsie closed the door behind her as she entered the reception-room. Bertha Cool resumed signing the letters, blotting the signatures carefully, glancing up at intervals toward the door which opened into the reception-room.
Bertha was down to the last few letters when Elsie Brand re-entered, carefully closing the door behind her.
“What’s his name?” Bertha asked.
“Everett Belder.”
“What’s he want?”
“Donald Lam.”
“Tell him Donald was in the Navy?”