“A man,” she told him, “sixty. Well dressed and polite but I didn’t trust him. He’ll be back at ten.”
It was now almost half past nine.
“I don’t see everybody who calls,” he reminded her.
“You must see him,” she said seriously.
“Why?” he demanded.
“He said you would regret it if you did not.”
“Probably an enterprising salesman,” he returned with an appearance almost of boredom.
“No, he isn’t,” she said quickly.
There was no doubt that Mrs. Kinney was terribly in earnest. He affected the air of composure he did not feel.
“Who then?” Anthony Trent demanded.