"Yes. I'm writing my report on it."
Constantly now requests like this were tossed in the form of a pair of tickets on her desk.
"Well?"
"Sweet, clean, and obvious."
He nodded in a short corroborative manner he had, drawing up alongside the desk.
"Take a telegram, please. 'Mr. Sam Sadler, People's Theater, Cleveland, Ohio. Book June Blossom for week of nineteenth.' And now if you'll sign and stamp this mortgage after my brother and I sign."
The box proved cumbersome, so before she took up pen she held it out to
R.J.
"The blouses," she said. "There is a blue and a maroon. I hope Mrs.
Visigoth is going to like them. And here is the change."
"That's mighty fine," he said, smiling until a second chin appeared. "A trinket or two up his sleeve gives a fellow a right to ring his own door bell."
He reached then, fumbling at the hasps of his alligator bag which stood by, opening it out and stooping to insert the package.