“Mr. Courtney, for important reasons, which I am sure it will not be necessary to give you, I am seeking a certain young lady, who may or may not be employed in this establishment. I have been compelled to ask your assistance because I have only her description to rely upon, and know merely her given name—‘Julie.’”
I then proceeded to describe the young woman of the photograph.
My friend smiled and said,
“Your task is an easy one, doctor. There’s only one of her kind, in this establishment, at least. Do you wish to speak to the young woman?”
I was somewhat taken aback by the suddenness with which success promised to reward my search.
“W—why, yes, if it would not be too much trouble,” I replied.
Mr. Courtney rapped sharply for a messenger, and one promptly appeared.
“Tell Miss Morales, in the lace department, that I wish to see her here at once.”
The messenger departed on his mission, leaving me wondering how I had missed seeing the object of my quest. I recalled having lingered for quite a while at the lace department.
The messenger did his errand quickly and returned.