She glanced quickly at the door, lowered her voice, and said, “There’s been a bit of correspondence about the business. It’s all in the file. Some of the other correspondence is in Bertha’s office — locked up. She hasn’t sent it out to the file. I don’t know where it is.”
“What’s that correspondence about?”
“Getting you placed in a deferred classification.”
“Did she make it stick?”
Again Elsie looked at the door. “This would cost me my job if she knew about it.”
“Don’t I have something to say about that?”
“Not about that. She’d ride me so I had to quit.”
“Well, what about it? Did she fix it up?”
“Yes.”
“When?”