I’m not—intimate with any of them,” he explained quickly. “I have to see some of them in a business way,”
He lapsed into silence.
“T don’t really go with Josie —Miss McNair,” he re- marked suddenly, as he stopped his car at the building which contained the house of Underwood. “I just know her—well, in a friendly way.”
“The office is on the tenth floor,” said Dorothy.
“Shall I go with you?”
“You must have things to do this morning.”
“Not a thing. I'll be glad to go with you, if you-"
“All right. It’s very nice of you, only I don’t want to keep you from anything you ought to do.”
He entered the elevator with Dorothy.
“T won’t be long,” she said.
“No hurry. We can have lunch afterwards.”
The proprietress of the switchboard greeted them cordially.
“Mr. Borge left word you were to see him when you came,” she said. “Wait a minute—lI’ll see if he’s busy,”
Tommy evidently wasn’t busy.
Dorothy opened the door to the Press Department and found Tommy at his desk in consultation with Miss Gray.
“Hello, Arnold,” snapped out Tommy, as he observed Dorothy’s companion. “Are you giving a recital, too?”
Arnold acknowledged the salutation with a flapping of the hand.
“Got your program and your pictures?” demanded Tommy.
Dorothy placed a long blue sheet of paper and a few photographs on his desk. Tommy glanced quickly at the photographs. He picked up two and tossed them across the desk to Miss Gray.
“Have ten of each copied,” he ordered. “And get them
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