“I swear I will do it!” he shouted.
She looked at him coolly over her shoulder.
“You are too fond of yourself,” she said. And walked on.
CHAPTER XXIX
AT the head of the stairway Eris, carrying her suitcase and make-up box, encountered Flynn, the voluble door-keeper, coming upstairs.
“Miss Odell,” he began, half way up, “the same gentleman that tillyphoned you is downstairs askin’ for you with a taxi-cab. I wouldn’t leave him come up after what the Governor told me. ‘No, sir,’ says I, ‘ye can’t see Miss Odell. I have me orders,’ says I, ‘and I’m door watch here,’ says I, ‘and whin the Governor says to me, “Flynn, do this; Flynn, do that,” be gob it’s meself that does ut!’ Was I right, Miss Odell?”
“I couldn’t see any newspaper man now,” she assented, nervously.
“So I told Mr. Annan, Miss,” commented the door-keeper, relieving her of her baggage.
“Was it he who telephoned? I—I understood it was a Herald man——”
She continued on down the stairs, followed volubly by Flynn. Outside the barred gate she saw Annan standing beside a taxi-cab. Flynn opened the wicket. She went out.