Kate turned to David. "You'd better leave us alone for a few minutes," he said with an effort.
Kate jerked on her hat, jabbed in the pins, marched by Lillian Drew with "you old cat!" and passed out into the street.
"Well, now—what do you want?" David demanded.
"Oh, I've just come to return your call. May I sit down?—I'm tired." And smiling her baiting smile she sank back into David's chair.
David crossed to his desk and looked harshly down upon her. "How did you find me?"
"Surely you thought I'd look you up when I got back to town! I asked at the Mission. A girl in the office there wrote your address down on a card for me. And told me a few things." She narrowed her eyes—almost all their once remarkable brilliance was gone. "A few things, mister."
"Please say at once what you want," he asked, trying to speak with restraint.
"Just to see an old acquaintance."
"Come to the point!" he said sharply.
"Well, then—I'm broke."