“None,” she replied. “Ripples hasn’t come down yet.”
“All right,” said he. “Tell me in the morning—you’re on duty then?”
She answered by a nod, the flash was calling her, and he passed on toward the door—just as the elevator shot down and Madeline Spencer stepped out.
“How do you do, Mr. Harleston?” said she, with a broad smile.
“Hello, Mrs. Spencer! I’m glad to see you,” he returned. “If you’re bound for the Chateau or downtown, won’t you let me take you in my car? It’s at the door.”
“If you think you dare to risk your reputation, I’ll be glad to accept,” she replied.
“Is it a risk?” he asked.
“That is for you to judge,” as he put her in.
“The Chateau?” he inquired;—and when she nodded he leaned forward and gave the order.
“I was surprised to see you—” he began.