“I’m on. What’s her name?”
“Patience Welcome!”
“What!” exclaimed Druce, with a sneering twist to the word.
“Do you know her?”
“Well?” Boland gazed at him, anxiously awaiting the reply.
“About the lease?” veered Druce with cunning perception.
Boland hesitated and scrutinized the other closely. He was satisfied with what he saw stamped on Druce’s face, but he only said pointedly:
“I always make good when a man delivers the goods. Now get out—I’m busy.”
“On my way,” returned Druce easily, as he sauntered to the door, but he turned there, saying significantly: