Elsie quickly opened the door, said, “Mrs. Cool, the senior partner, will be able to give you a few minutes right away — if you’ll step in this way, please.”
Bertha once more devoted herself to signing letters. Not until she had finished and blotted the last signature did she look up, then her glance was for Elsie.
“Elsie, get this bunch of letters in the mail.”
“Yes, Mrs. Cool.”
“Be sure every one of those envelopes is marked ‘personal and confidential.’ ”
“Yes, Mrs. Cool.”
“See the envelopes are securely sealed.”
“Yes, Mrs. Cool.”
Bertha swivelled her eyes around to the tall man. “So your name’s Belder?”
He widened an expressive mouth into a smile. “That’s right, Mrs. Cool.” He extended his hand across the desk. “Everett G. B elder.”