“Yes, girlie.”
Miss Masters opened the notebook and took a lead pencil from the shining rolls of her hair.
“I have to keep a record of all callers,” said the girl unexpectedly. “Mr. Boland is very particular about it. Let me see, your name is Martin Druce?”
She wrote the name into her book and showed it to him.
“I have the name correctly, haven’t I, Mr. Druce?” she went on.
“Rather tardy with your duties, aren’t you?” inquired Druce with a smile. “I’ve been coming here for some days now and you haven’t wanted to put me into your book before.”
“Perhaps,” replied the girl, “I haven’t noticed you.”
Druce was sure now that he was beginning a flirtation with her.
“And your business?” continued the girl.
“Oh, Boland knows my business,” replied Druce, with an air of carelessness.