"Naw. A dame with eyes like this one's got couldn't hurt a kitten."
"All right, I'll take a chance. Send her in."
A moment later Miss Merton came in and Tony's first glimpse of her made him glad that he had granted the interview. Al's description of “a swell looker” was all right as far as it went but it did not take into account her dignity and charm. She was the sort of girl that immediately and un consciously made a young man ambitious for more intimate acquaintance and an old man regretful for his age. Tall, with an athletic figure and an easy, graceful stride, she walked into the office with a calm, unbrazen assurance. She was dressed in a gray tweed suit and a small gray and black hat that fitted closely the fine contour of her head.
"How do you do, Mr. Camonte," she said, and extended her hand. "I'm Miss Merton."
Tony accepted the hand and felt sorry that he had no right or excuse for holding it longer than he did. Her voice was rich and soothing, well-placed and completely poised, and her frank blue eyes held an engaging twinkle of understanding good humor.
"I want to ask a favor of you, Mr. Camonte," she began. "I've found that men of your type are
