“He’s in the bar-room.”
Katherine’s heart had been steadily sinking.
“I must see him anyhow!” she said desperately. “Please call him out!”
The clerk hesitated, in even deeper embarrassment. This affair was quite without precedent in his career.
“You must call him out—this second! Didn’t you hear me?”
“Certainly, certainly.”
He came hastily from behind his desk and disappeared through a pair of swinging wicker doors. After a moment he reappeared, alone, and his manner showed a degree of embarrassment even more acute.
Katherine crossed eagerly to meet him.
“You found Mr. Harper?”
“Yes.”