The conversation she overheard tended to confirm this last.
“Make it a thousand,” he said with a smile.
“I won’t do it!” Rennie threw her hands up in mock horror.
“Oh! All right,” Sam smiled. “Anything you say.”
Having been called away by a rush of customers, Lucile had quite forgotten both Laurie and Sam when she came suddenly upon the large brief case which Sam had carried. It was lying on her table.
“Whose is that?” a voice said over her shoulder. “That’s Sam’s, confound him! He’s always leaving things about. Now he’ll have to come back for it and I’ll—”
“Who’s Sam?” Lucile asked.
She turned about to receive the answer. The answer did not come. For a second time that day Laurie had vanished.
CHAPTER IX
HER DOUBLE
“Two more shopping days before Christmas,” Lucile read these words in the paper on the following morning as she stepped into the elevator which was to take her to a day of strenuous labor. She read them and sighed. Then, of a sudden, she started and stared. The cause of this sudden change was the elevator girl.