“And yet, you move along with the others, Madonna,” smilingly said Vreeland.
“You shall see,” she laughed. “The stock market, the sea, and a woman’s heart are never at rest. Always distrust the seeming calm.
“Now,” her voice became grave, “you are to be, each instant, ready at the post of duty. You will personally telephone your orders as received from me to your buyer. The bank will then telephone me the deliveries of the stock, and I will telephone you to pay over each cheque myself.
“The thing is to be reversed in sales, when you have received certified cheques to your name as trustee, for any sales, you are then to telephone down your delivery order to be confirmed by me, after you have brought me the cheques. I have a private wire to the cashier, remember.
“But, above all, silence. You are now suspected of being a daring and a lucky speculator. You will be watched.
“Therefore, go out everywhere in society during the next three weeks. Show yourself as gay and jolly as you can.
“I am also handling some other very heavy matters, and I wish you, just now, to be particularly thought the gayest reveler in Gotham.
“In exhibiting yourself everywhere, the gossips will cease to watch us jointly and our different purposes will be divided in the public eye.
“Miss Kelly’s record of each day’s transactions will be your warrant. She comes to me nightly to report.”
Vreeland was overjoyed as he received Mrs. Willoughby’s hearty approval of his employing a personal stenographer.