“Yes, miss,” he said, “I'll have them wrapped immediately. They shall be ready when you return, miss. Thank you, miss.”
Frances nodded acknowledgment of the thanks. Then she favored me with another nod and a most bewitching smile.
“That's over,” she announced, “and now I'm going to the draper's for a moment. It is near here, you say?”
The young man bowed again.
“Yes, miss, on the next corner, next the chemist's.”
She turned to me. “You may wait here, Mr. Knowles,” she said. “I shall be back very soon.”
She hurried away. I looked after her, and then, with all sorts of forebodings surging in my brain, strode into that “sporting-goods store.”
The blond young man was at my elbow.
“Yes, sir,” he said, ingratiatingly.
“Did—did that young lady make some purchases here?” I asked.