She jerked her shorthand notebook out of the drawer on the left-hand side of the desk and made rapid notes. “Any thing else?” she asked.
“He’ll ask you to call me up and give me a message. Twenty minutes later you can call him back and tell him that I’ll forget the whole business and surrender the options for ten thousand dollars, and that I won’t take a cent less.”
“Anything else?”
“That’s all. Tell him you want the ten thousand in cash, that you’ll have Mr. Fischler sign the necessary papers and have the escrow made at Bertha’s bank.”
Her pencil made a swift flying succession of pothooks.
“That’s all?”
“That’s all,” I said to her, and to Alta, “Want to walk into my private office?”
She nodded.
We walked on into the private office. As I closed the door I saw Elsie watching me speculatively. I said, “I don’t want to be disturbed.”
Alta sat down on the settee across from the desk, and I sat down beside her.