“Well, what’s the agreement?”
“It says simply this: ‘In consideration of $1,000 I agree to deliver two days from date the following girls’—I’ll write in their names—‘to Miss Masters.’”
“You’re not trying to put anything over?”
“Did it ever strike you that by selling these girls to me you’d have John Boland where you wanted him?”
“Boland?”
“I’m his agent.”
“All right.” Druce snatched up the paper and read it. “Write in the names.” Miss Masters wrote the names of six girls into the document. She handed it back to Druce and picked up a pen.
“Just a moment,” she said, giving him the pen. “It’s dark here. I’ll raise the curtain.”
She stepped quickly across the room and adjusted the curtain so that the sunlight fell full across Druce as he signed his name to the agreement. As he finished the last stroke he heard a faint “click.”
“What was that?” he demanded anxiously.