“Sure,” she said indifferently.
Felix stepped inside. It was a large room—a huge room, unpartitioned except by a flimsy screen about eight feet high which cut off the rear portion. Evidently the occupant had slept back there, and used the front part for a studio.
“You’re leaving?” he asked the girl.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Looks like it,” she said.
“Is it for rent?”
Of course, Rose-Ann would not want to live in a place like that, but—it interested him.
“Yes, it’s for rent, if anybody wants it,” she said lazily.
“What’s the matter with it?” asked Felix.
She seemed to become a little more aware of him. “Are you thinking of taking it?” she asked.
“Maybe,” said Felix.