"You, McKenna?" she said. "You are prompt."
"I came immediately."
"I was waiting for you."
They stood a few feet apart in the middle of the studio studying each other, as two fencers take their measure before joining their swords.
"You were at your office then?" she said the first.
"Yes, I came up in Mr. Beecher's car."
"Mr. Beecher was with you?"
"Yes."
"I sent him—"
"A letter, yes. He received it at my office."