"So," Bienenflug said bitterly, "you let Mrs. Fieldstone go out of this office with a counsel fee of two thousand dollars and a rake-off on two hundred a week alimony!"
"Alimony!" Miss Haig cried, with an excellent assumption of surprise. "Is Mrs. Fieldstone suing Mont for divorce?"
She was attempting a diversion in Ralph's favour, but it was no use.
"Excuse me, Miss Haig," Bienenflug said raspingly, for in the light of his vanished counsel fee and alimony he knew now that Miss Haig was a siren, a vampire, and altogether a dangerous female. "I don't discuss one client's affairs with another!"
"Oh, all right!" Miss Haig said, and she walked out into the hallway and slammed the door behind her.
"Now you get out of here!" Bienenflug shouted, and Ralph barely had time to grab his hat when he found himself in front of the elevators with Miss Haig.
"What's the matter?" she said. "Did Mr. Bienenflug fire you?"
Ralph could not trust himself to words; he was too busy trying to prevent his lower lip from wagging.
"Well," Miss Haig went on, "I guess you wouldn't have no trouble finding another job. What did he do it for?"
"I couldn't help her skipping out," Ralph said huskily; "and besides, she ain't going to sue for no divorce, anyway. She said so before she went."