Lucile Hamilton’s eyes shone merrily as he rejoined her. “I couldn’t help hearing you. Are you going to open an office here?”
“If I can find a secretary.” He linked her arm in his and they left the building.
Outside, Lucile asked suddenly, “What was that secret you were going to tell me after it was all over?”
“Oh — I busted up a lamp in Celia Gaston’s apartment this morning, and I wish you’d make it right with her. And let me know how much.”
“A secretary,” she said softly, “always attends to little things like that for the boss.”