The woman, who had followed him with amazement and alarm, said stiffly:
"What do you want with me?"
"Miss Morissey," Bofinger said, replacing the photographs with a nod, "I want to see you on business—particular business. Can I sit down?"
"Sit down."
Reassured by the matter-of-fact method of his address, she motioned him to a chair, drawing one for herself.
"If you please, I'll sit here," he said, placing himself so that the light would fall on her face. He drew his glasses, peered at her earnestly, and began:
"My dear Miss Morissey, you are certainly a most interesting person—pardon me if I am too curious."
"What's your name?" she said quickly.
"Mr. Bofinger—Mr. Alonzo Bofinger."