“What were her habits?” asked Dick.
“Habits? What she did regularly? Well, she used to go to Coney Island and Rockaway and such places in the Summer, with some boys she met in the places she worked, but after she got work in the office at the factory where we worked, she got very steady and she wouldn’t go out with anybody any more. The nights she went out she went to do extra work.”
“How did she get along with your employer? You gave me the impression that he was very brutal,” Dick said, musingly.
“Oh, Lucille got along splendidly with him. I always thought he was horrible, but she never said anything about him. She was very easy-natured, anyway, and I have a bad temper,” said Dido, in a shamefaced way.
“How did he like her, do you know?”
“Who? Tolman Bike?” asked Dido, quickly.
“Tolman Bike? Why”—stammered Dick.
“He was the proprietor, you know, and Lucille was his stenographer,” exclaimed Dido. “I don’t know what he thought of her, for Lucille didn’t talk much; but she seemed to get along well enough.”
Dido became silent, as Richard was intent on his own thoughts.
Tolman Bike was the name of the man who was to marry Clara Chamberlain.