“Whom do you represent?” If he had only known it, Jimmy was passing through a very critical moment in his business career.
“Why, I—why, just me.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jimmy—I mean, James Rand.”
The girl’s glance roved over his clothes appraisingly. “Where you from?”
“Menchon, Pennsylvania,” said Jimmy.
His engaging smile and the extraordinary mixture of diffidence and confidence in his manner won out. Besides, he was an extremely good-looking young man.
The telephone girl could not understand what he wanted, but she was on his side anyway.
“I’ll ask Mr. Cooper to see you. He’s the office manager,” she added confidentially.
Jimmy shook his head. “It’s too important for that,” he said positively. “I can’t tell it to anybody but Mr. Wentworth.”