Mrs. Winton arose to go—the Superintendent accompanied her into the hall, rang the bell for the elevator, and bowed her into it.
“Don’t you wish to know the result?” he inquired with a quizzical smile, as he put her in the car.
“I’m not unduly curious!” she laughed.
When he returned, Harleston was standing in his office lighting a cigarette.
“It’s infernally close, not to mention hot, in that cabinet of yours,” he observed; “though one can see and hear.”
“Ever see her before?” the Superintendent asked.
“I don’t recall it!”
“Ever hear the voice?”
“No.”
“What do you think of her?”