"When you wish any more, will you please let me know?" she said. "And when I require your services I will wire. Perhaps I'd better take both this office and your house address."
He wrote them both on a card and placed it in her hand.
"Thank you," she murmured. She closed her purse, hesitated a moment, then raised her eyes to his. Quite coldly she added: "Good-afternoon."
"Good-day," answered Garrison.
He opened the door, bowed to her slightly as she passed—then faced about and stared at the money that lay upon his desk.
CHAPTER II
A SECOND EMPLOYMENT
For a moment, when he found himself alone, Garrison stood absolutely motionless beside the door. Slowly he came to the desk again, and slowly he assembled the bills. He rolled them in a neat, tight wad, and held them in his hand.
Word for word and look for look he reviewed the recent dialogue, shaking his head at the end.
He had never been so puzzled in his life.