"We'll wait a while for him before we ring for tea."
They dropped into a cozy corner in the hall, a nook favored of couples. It was immediately on the other side of the curtain at Jack's hand and he could therefore hear every word spoken above a whisper. He was debating with himself whether or not the circumstances justified him in playing the eavesdropper, when he heard Miriam say:
"You've never told me how you and Jack met, and how you came to choose him for your secretary."
That decided Jack. He gave no sign of his presence.
Bobo replied: "Oh, I've known him a good while. When I worked in the sash factory down-town, he was there, too."
"What did you do there?"
"Bookkeeper."
"What did Jack do?"
"Oh he—he was a bookkeeper, too. There were two of us. And we were friends outside the office, too. Used to go round together nights. So when I came into my money—why it was natural for me to get Jack to help me to look after it."
"Not bad for Bobo," thought Jack. He pricked up his ears at the next words.