Somebody was in. It might be Talbot. In that case he wouldn't go up or leave his name either. It certainly was none of Talbot's business, whoever Talbot was.
He pressed the button under her name. "Yes?" Heavens above, it was she, Georgia, the woman herself.
"Yes, who is it!" came the voice once more.
"Stevens."
"Mr. Stevens?" with a decided tone of interrogation. Evidently she did not place him at all. Probably not, with so many other men about her. It would be absurd to suppose anything else. She didn't place him—might not even recognize him out of the office.
"Mason Stevens of the office."
"Oh, Mr. Stevens of the office. How do you do?" and she spoke with a delightful access of cordiality. "Will you come up?"
"Just for a minute, if I may. I won't keep you long."
"Wait, I'll let you in." The click-click-click sounded and he was on his way upstairs. She opened the door for him.
A quick glance. There was no other man in the room, anyway.