“Now wait a minute,” I said hastily. “You asked me an' I've told you. That doesn't mean that you an' I aren't still on the level with each other. I don't want you to think I'm just putting on an act. I'm not. I'm being straight with you, so for the love of Mike don't start thinkin' up wrong angles to this.”
She sank back into the chair. “Really, Mr. Mason...” she began.
“Listen, could you make it 'Nick'? I won't insist if you don't feel you can, but it would tickle me to death.”
She laughed at me. “You're crazy,” she said. “But you're nice. Thank you for saying what you have said. I want someone who will tell me what to do. I think I'm very lucky to find you.”
Can you tie that? She thought she was lucky to find me! Now I ask you!
When I got over it, I said: “Okay, now suppose you tell me what it's all about?”
She handed the glass back to me. “I don't want any more.” Then she got out of the chair and took off her hat and coat. She was wearing a dark-green evening thing that fitted her like a snake-skin and spread out into a full skirt. I reckoned that cost plenty of money.
“May I have a cigarette?”
She could have had the moon. I lit it for her and she sat on the arm of the chair. “This is the craziest thing that's ever happened to me,” she said at last. “Perhaps I'd better start at the beginning. You remember the day when you took me out to lunch?”
I nodded. Remember the day? Why, I'd got it tattooed on my brain.
“When I got back, Mr. Spencer sent for me and was furious that I had gone out with you. I couldn't just understand what he was talking about. I guess I got mad too and told him I'd go out with whom I liked in my lunch-hours. So he fired me.”
She paused and looked to see what I thought of that. I didn't think it was the right time to tell her that I knew this already. Maybe she might've got a little sore if she knew I'd been around making inquiries. So I made a few tutting noises and waggled my eyebrows up and down.
“I was so mad I just walked straight out of the office and went home. The next morning I got a letter asking me to come in and see Mr. Spencer. I threw the letter away and took no notice. I spent the morning looking for another job. It surprised me the number of offers I got.”
“Just a moment,” I put in. “You say you got a lot of offers. Why did that surprise you?”
She shrugged a little. “You know how it is to-day. Jobs don't grow on the trees. But I really got some fantastic offers. It made me think there was something wrong about them, so I didn't close with any of them. I went home to think about them.”
“Did you tell them that you'd been working with Mackenzie Fabrics?”
“Of course.”
“And were you trying for a job in the same trade?”
She looked at me hard. “Yes,” she said at last.
I grinned at her. “Then that ain't a mystery to me. Your Mackenzie Fabrics pay the biggest dividend in the trade. They have more dough than all the rest put together. Why, naturally those guys wanted you to work for them. They were hoping they'd learn how the business was run.”
She looked a little blank, then she laughed. “I didn't think of it like that,” she confessed ruefully.
“I bet you thought the boss was goin' to come the heavy?”
“I'm afraid I did.” She coloured a little. I had to make a strong effort not to pat her.
“All right,” I said, “forget it. You know now that you can get a swell job if you want to, so let's have the rest of it.”
She shook her head. “I can't, that's the trouble. When I got back to my apartment I found Lee Curtis waiting for me. He's Spencer's right-hand man. We don't like him a lot in the office, and I was none too pleased to find him there. He told me that Spencer wanted me to come back. He was sorry that he'd shouted me out and would I forget it. Well, I was still sore, and I knew I could get something just as good, so I said no. Curtis started pressing me and finally persuaded me to come back and see Spencer.
“The way Spencer went on made me suspicious. I didn't know what it was all about, but I didn't like the way he almost begged me to come back. I turned him down.” She shivered suddenly. “I can see him now. He sat behind his big desk, his face went white and he looked as if he could strangle me. 'You'll be sorry about this,' he said in a horrible, quiet voice. 'If I were you, I'd get out of town.'
“He really terrified me and I didn't get to sleep that night. Then from that moment to this morning I've been watched. A tall, thin man, dressed in black with a black slouched hat pulled over his face, always turns up wherever I go. Two days of that decided me. I packed my things, gave notice to my landlady and prepared to leave town.”
“Where were you going?” I put in.
“I thought I'd go down to the coast. I wanted a vacation and had got some money put by, so I thought I'd go down there until they had forgotten about me.”
I didn't want to scare her, but I thought they were not likely to forget her. I just said: “So what happened?”
She twisted her hands in her lap, and a little frown settled in her eyes. “I thought I was being awfully smart,” she said. “I arranged with my landlady to get my stuff to the station, and I went off on a long ramble round town, taking the thin man along behind me. I thought I could give him the slip, get to the station and leave town without anyone knowing.” She smiled at me ruefully. It certainly did me a lot of good when that honey smiled at me.
“I was all set when I ran into Curtis. He wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. He stuck to me like glue for the rest of the afternoon and then insisted on bringing me to Barry Hughson's party. That's all.”
