He just grins at that; but goes on into the office without makin' a single pass at me. Course, I was sure the riot act was due inside of an hour. But never a word. Nor Mildred don't have anything to say, either. It was like waitin' for a blast that don't go off.
Things went on that way for a couple of weeks, and I was forgettin' about it, when Piddie tells me one mornin' that Mildred's up and quit and nobody knows why. About an hour after that Mr. Robert sends for me.
"Torchy," says he, "I'm tracing out a mystery, and as you seem to know about everything that's going on, I'm going to ask you to help me out."
"Ah, say," says I, "w'at's the use stringin' out the agony? Benny's squealed, ain't he?"
"No," says Mr. Robert. "That's the point. Benny hasn't. All I've been able to get out of him is that a short time ago he met a very charming young woman—in my car."
"That's right," says I. "It was me put her in."
"Ah!" says Mr. Robert. "Now we're getting somewhere."
"Oh, you've hit the trail," says I.
"Well," says he, "who was she?"
"Why," says I, "the Lady Mildred."