The waiter was gone but a few seconds.
“She’s come,” he reported. “She’s up on the stand and will go on right after the intermission.”
“That’s her,” said Druce to Boland. The waiter vanished.
“Good,” said Boland. “Druce,” he went on, “I’m pleased with the way you’ve handled this. Here’s something to prove it.” He took a document from his breast pocket and passed it across the table. It was the lease.
“Thanks,” said Druce, keenly pleased by an inspection of the papers, “that looks good to me.”
“It’s yours,” returned Boland, “but of course I expect you to carry out your part of the contract.”
“No need to worry about that. He’ll be here.”
“Well, we’re waiting on him.”
There was a pause. Neither man seemed to know how to continue the conversation. Druce broke the silence.