Her eyes hardened and I said, “No more than you trusted me a few minutes ago.”
There was a timid knock at the outer door. Bertha Cool called, “Come in.”
Nothing happened. I got up and crossed through the reception-room to open the door. Marian Dunton stood on the threshold.
“Come in, Marian,” I said. “I want you to meet. the boss, Mrs. Cool, this is Miss Dunton.”
Bertha Cool beamed at her. “How are you?” she said. “Donald has told me the nicest things about you. Do come in and sit down.”
Marian smiled at her, said, “Thank you very much, Mrs. Cool. I’m very glad to meet you,” and then came to stand close by me. She gave my arm a quick, surreptitious squeeze. Her fingers were trembling.
“Sit down, Marian,” I said.
She dropped into a chair.
“Want a drink?”
She laughed and said, “I had one.”