Martha and Galusha started simultaneously.
“Pulcifer?” queried Martha. “Raish Pulcifer, do you mean?”
“It doesn't seem to me that his Christian name is—What did you say, Miss Phipps?”
“I said 'Raish'; that's what every one down here calls the man I mean. His real name, of course, is Horatio.”
“Horatio? That sounds more like it. I didn't hire him—Williams did that—and I have never met him, although he and Thomas, my secretary, have had some correspondence. Wait a moment, I have his name here.”
He took from his pocket a memorandum book and turned over the leaves.
“Yes,” he said, “that's it. Horatio Pulcifer. Here is his card. 'Horatio Pulcifer, Dealer in Real Estate of All Kinds; Cranberry Bog Property Bought and Sold; Mortgages Arranged For; Fire, Life and Accident Insurance; Money Loaned; Claims Adjusted; Real or Household Goods Auctioned Off or Sold Private; etc., etc.' Humph! Comprehensive person, isn't he? Is this the fellow you know, Miss Phipps?”
Martha nodded. “Yes,” she said, “I know him.”
Cabot glanced at her. “I see,” he observed. “Well, what sort of a character is he? Would you trust him?”
She hesitated. “Why—why,” she replied, “I suppose I should, if—if—”