“But, say, Phil!––honest!” he reverted dreamily, “she was a positive vision.”
There is no saying how long the conversation would have gone on, had not a telephone message come from the bank requesting Jim’s attendance there immediately.
He hurried off, and was away most of the afternoon.
Towards closing time, Phil was standing at the kerb-stone, beside his car, when a tall young lady, fashionably attired and using a sunshade to tantalising advantage, crossed the road in front of him and stopped before one of the office windows. She stepped back a little, looked up at the sign over the doorway, “The Langford-Ralston Financial Corporation,” and walked inside.
Phil followed, and was just in time to hear her inquiry.
“May I see Mr. Ralston or Mr. Langford, please?”
“Mr. Ralston is just behind you, miss.”
The lady turned round.
She was tall, fair-skinned and, as Jim had said,––charming; for Phil knew in a second that she must be the same young lady of whom his partner had spoken.