almost always chivalrous if they have the opportunity to be."
"Yeah, sure," mumbled Tony, embarrassed. "Be glad to do anything I can."
"I thought so. Now, the problem is this: I have a job that I very much want to keep. And right now you are the only person in the city who can help me keep that job."
"Yeah? How's that?"
"I'm with the Examiner," continued the girl gently, almost regretfully. "And the city editor told me this morning that if I didn't succeed in getting an interview with you he'd fire me."
"A reporter!" exclaimed Tony in amazement and his expressive black eyes flashed angrily. "I'm not seeing any reporters."
"I knew you wouldn't, of course. And I understand just how you feel. But you see how it was with me—I had to come out here and try to see you or lose my job. I guess, though, that I'll lose it anyway."
She sighed and, succeeding in looking small and miserable for a moment, sniffed audibly. Tony growled under his breath and lit a cigarette.
"Well, miss, I can't tell anything about my business," he objected doggedly.
