"Now you are asking questions! What is the name of the photographer you sent out to Patchogue?"
"Oh, a queer sort of name!—Pelletier, or something. He does all our work, and for most of the newspapers. I had him go out personally, instead of sending some horrid assistant."
"Well, he is the man who excites my jealousy," said Updyke, sharply.
"Impossible! I didn't know you were acquainted," replied Mary Johnson, in a surprised tone.
"Nevertheless it's him," replied the big fellow, in a positive tone of voice.
"What reason have you to be jealous of that little simp?" laughed the secretary.
"Well, he kept saying she wants this, and she wants that, and she wants one taken on the steps of the church, and one as they get into the automobile, and so on," replied Updyke.
"Why did that disturb you?"
"I found out who the She was that he talked of so glibly."