As he approached her she snapped a flexible file between her thumb and forefinger, and watched it vibrate and come to a jerky stop; then she looked up.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Chase."
"Good afternoon, Miss Sprunt. You see, I am following your advice." He took the chair opposite her.
"I—I want to thank you for the violets. They are the first real hint of May I've had."
"You knew they came from me?"
"Yes."
"How?"
"Why—I—why, I just knew."
She covered her confusion by removing and replacing crystal bottle-stoppers.
"I'm glad that you knew they came from me, Miss Sprunt."