"Yes, that is true," she replied, "but tell me truthfully. Did you seek employment here only because of my—of my interest in—I mean, because of the note I wrote, or did you come because my note put you in the way of obtaining a needed position?"
Armitage started to speak and then stopped short. "Oh," he said finally, "I really needed the position."
The girl gazed at him a moment. Armitage, bending low, could see a patent leather pump protruding from the scalloped edge of her skirt, tapping the half-opened door of the tonneau.
"You will then pardon me," she said, "if I call to your mind the fact that you are now employed as driver of my car: I feel I have the right to ask you who you really are."
"Your mother—Mrs. Wellington, catechised me quite fully and I don't think I could add anything to what I told her."
"And what was that? I was not present during the inquisition," said the girl.
Armitage laughed.
"Why, I told her I was Jack McCall, that I came from Louisville, that I had trained the Navy eleven of 19—."
An exclamation from the girl interrupted him and he looked up. She was staring at him vacantly, as though ransacking the depths of memory.
"The Navy eleven of 19—," she said thoughtfully. Then she smiled. "McCall, you are so clever, really."