THE GIRL IN HIS HOUSE
you, Mr. Armitage, and I'm glad to see you. I've been handling the rents without any legal authority. Had to take 'em over to the bank an' explain. The president said he guessed it would be all right, but that I ought to cable you the facts. But nobody knew your address."
A great weight slipped off Armitage's shoulders. "Then I'm still owner here?"
"Well, I guess so." Morrissy grinned. The young boss was having his joke.
"I say, didn't Bordman have a stenographer?"
"Ye-ah. Want her?"
"I jolly well do!"
"She's on the same floor. Here's the key. You go to the office and I'll get Miss Corrigan. She can get off for the morning. Heard anything from Bordman?"
"No."
"Queer."
Bordman's office looked as though he had left it only yesterday. It was scrupulously clean and orderly, due doubtless to the cleaning-woman's tri-weekly rounds. There was an old-fashioned safe in one corner, a large globe of the world, rows of
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