“Now, who are you?”
“You know my name. It’s Masters.”
“I don’t mean that. What are you?”
Miss Masters replied quickly, “I—why—I’m a girl, and—you say yourself I’m wise.”
“You don’t have to tell me that. Where did you come from? Where did Boland get you?”
“Before I went to work for Boland I was in St. Louis.”
“What did you do there?”
“Oh, I shan’t answer that question—yet.”
“Well, you seem to know a great deal about the kind of business I’m in. Where did you get your information?”
“Picked it up.”