Tick. (Looking.) So it is. A door’s a door even if there’s nothing in it. (Gives him a coin. Gin. bows and slips out, leaving Tick, down C. Topp opening letters R. of table.)
Topp. Annoyances go in troops, it appears. I can’t understand why I should get all these letters and have so many callers too. (Reads letter.)
“Mr. X., 3 Druid Hill Place:
“Sir: Having seen your advertisement for lady amanuensis, I hereby apply for the place. I am not exactly a brunette, but have beautiful, wavy, light-brown hair with blue eyes. Am tall, slender and graceful, and my friends say I am good looking.”
Well, really that’s a strange letter.
Tick. (Aside.) Oho! this is getting interesting.
Topp. What the deuce does the woman mean? I shall need an amanuensis if I answer all these. (Throws letter aside toward Tick and opens two or three more; Tick picks up letter.)
Topp. (Reading.) “Dear Sir:—I think I can fill the bill exactly.” What bill? That is direct. Signed, Maud Martin. (Opens another.)
Tick. (Reading.) “I dress stylish and am fond of”—(Pause to make out word).