"... For instance, the new girl—what's her name?"
"Gloria Scott," Mr. Fredericksohn's voice said. "Yes?"
"What's she like?" Mr. Gerne's voice said. "I don't know her personally—of course I've seen her there in the office, and she seems like a friendly, pretty girl. But you deal with her every day—"
"Very nice," Mr. Fredericksohn said. "Pleasant and easy to work with. A good type. Now, you take her record—"
"That's what I meant," Mr. Gerne said. "A record like that—it's just not possible. There isn't any chance she's faking it?"
After a little silence Mr. Fredericksohn said: "No chance at all. I've had follow-ups on a random selection of her cases—standard practice for a newcomer. Of course, she doesn't know about any of that."
"Of course. And?"
"No fakes," Mr. Fredericksohn said. "And don't tell me it's hard to believe. I know perfectly well it's hard to believe."
"No returns," Mr. Gerne said. "Not a single return in over a month."
"Except the old woman," Mr. Fredericksohn said. "Mrs. Wladek."