Jason filled his lungs with cigarette smoke. After a moment he said, “I see.”
“You can take me home now if you like,” she said. “I mean, there is still plenty of time to find someone else. If this is your first night in New York, perhaps you want that sort of thing.”
“You know you’re being awfully superior,” Jason said severely. “I’m enjoying myself enormously. I wish you would tell me where we are going.”
“Oh, you’ll see in a moment, we’re just there.”
The cab drew up outside a tall building that looked like a private dwelling place. Jason paid off the taxi and together Miss Gellert and he ascended the crescent-shaped steps to the front door.
She rang the bell and after a moment’s delay the door was opened by a short, dapper little man wearing heavy hornrimmed spectacles. “Why, hello, Mary,” he said, “aren’t you very late?”
He stood on one side to let them in.
Miss Gellert said, “This is Mr. Howard Jason.”
The little man shook Jason’s hand cordially.
“Dr. Kaufman works harder than any other man in New York,” Miss Gellert said to Jason. “May we come in for a few moments, Doctor?”