“So you don’t know a Jane—a girl named Miss Beatrice Baldwin, Mr. Pitt?” he said, as if he had been thinking of saying it for a long time.
“You asked me that this morning,” said I. “Why do you think I might know her?”
“You’n’ the Boss is close friends, ain’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say ‘close friends’.”
“I know. But you know him back East, and train with him, and know the bunch he trains with back there, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, to a certain extent.”
“That’s why I thought you might have heard of this Jane—Miss Baldwin, I mean.”
“I assure you, Pierce,” I said, smiling, “that one would have to possess a much larger circle of acquaintances than I have to know all the young ladies of Mr. Chanler’s acquaintance.”
He looked up.
“Is he that kind of a guy?” he asked.