Bull glanced down at it. Then he looked again into the smiling eyes.
"Thanks," he said. "I'll ring up." Then he held out a hand. "So long."
He was gone. The glass door had swung to behind him. Nancy watched him pass into the waiting automobile, and responded to his final wave of the hand. Then she turned to the porter, and her smile had completely vanished.
* * * * *
Nathaniel Hellbeam stood up. He had been seated at Elas Peterman's desk studying the papers which his managing director had set out for his perusal. His gross body hung over the table for a moment as he reached towards his hat. He took his gloves from inside it and commenced to put them on.
"The Myra? You say she is in?" he asked in his guttural fashion. "This girl? This girl who is to buy up this—this Sachigo man," he laughed. "Is she arrived?"
The man's eyes were alight with unpleasant derision. Peterman gave no heed. The man's arrogance was all too familiar to him.
"I've not heard—yet," he said. "She should be."
"You not have heard—yet?" The challenge was superlatively offensive. "You a beautiful secretary have. You lose her for weeks—months. Yet you do not know of her return—yet? Sho! You are not the man for this beautiful secretary. She for me is—yes? Hah!"
Peterman smiled as was his duty.