“That was a very important letter,” she said. “I wouldn’t have lost it — for anything! I want to thank you again!”
Her voice was appealing. Cliff smiled.
“I’m glad that I found it for you,” he said. “I’m only sorry that I couldn’t have been of greater service—”
The girl laughed softly. Cliff was standing beside the desk. Her hand crept over and pressed against his arm.
“I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?” the girl questioned.
“Probably,” replied Cliff. “I live here.”
“So do I,” was the reply. “I see a lot of people here — people that I’d like to talk to — like you, for instance — sitting around all day, with nothing to do.
“Right now” — with her right hand still on Cliff’s arm, the girl glanced at a watch on her left wrist — “I’ve got nothing to do for another hour. Guess I’ll go out for dinner. It’s pretty late, but I haven’t eaten yet.”
“Dinner is a good idea,” suggested Cliff. “Suppose we go together?”
The girl nodded eagerly. Her hand pressed Cliff’s arm. She leaned back in the chair and glanced into the lobby to make sure that they were not observed.