“Well, he isn’t the only one,” he said.
“He’s the only one in this office––I know what I’m talking about.”
“But outside the office––”
She put down her fork.
“I don’t know why I’m mixing up in your business,” she declared earnestly. “Except that I’ve been here three years now, and have seen men come and go. Every time they’ve gone it has been clear as daylight why they went. Farnsworth is square. He hasn’t much heart in him, but he’s square. And he has eyes in the back of his head.”
She raised her own eyes and looked swiftly about the room as if she half-expected to discover him here.
“What’s the matter?” he inquired.
She did not answer his question, but as she ran on again she lowered her voice:––
“You’ve been in his office to-day?”