"She said a buyer for the firm saw her at Meyer & Schwarzschild's and liked her looks."
"That's straight," grinned the sceptic.
Jean shook her impatiently by the arm.
"What isn't straight?" she demanded. "You are the one hinting now. What do you mean? Out with it!"
But the girl squirmed out of her grasp and darted laughing away.
"Ask Amy," she called.
XI
Jean meant to probe the mystery at the first possible moment, but her resolve weakened in Amy's presence. If the girl's light-heartedness did not of itself quiet suspicion, it at least disarmed it, while her unselfish joy at Jean's release from the thraldom of Meyer & Schwarzschild alone made the questions Jean had thought to put seem churlish and ungrateful. Moreover, Amy was full of a plan for the evening.
"I knew it was coming," she exulted. "Anybody with a pair of eyes could see by the way he's picked you out to talk to every night that you've got him going. He came to me first to ask if I thought you'd come, and when I accepted for both, he hustled right out to get the tickets."