“Is it the tall young man, with a thin face?”
“Yes; his name is Ichabod Smith; but he writes under the nom de plume of Lionel Percy.”
“Yes, sir; I have seen his name in the story papers. He has just written one called ‘The Goblin Lover; or, The Haunted Tower.’”
“Any further orders, sir?” inquired Jeffries, deferentially.
“Has Miss Ford come?”
“No, sir; I think not.”
“Notice when she does, and request her to call at the office a moment.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It is no more than fair that I should increase her salary,” soliloquized Mr. Bowers. “She has really proved quite a card, and richly deserves double what I have hitherto paid. Besides,” he mused, for the manager was by no means neglectful of his own interests, “I should not be surprised if another establishment should try to entice her away by a larger offer. I must bind her till the end of the season.”
At this moment Helen was announced by Jeffries.