Part 19 (1/2)
”What time does Mr. Belasco usually come?”
”There is nothing usual about him. He is liable to land here any time between now and midnight, if he comes at all.”
”He doesn't come every day, then?”
The man grinned.
”Say, you're new to this game, ain't you? Sometimes he don't show up for days. The steno can tell you whether he is coming to-day.”
”The steno?”
”Yes. The skirt that's in his office.”
”When does she come?”
”Oh, about ten or eleven.”
”Thank you.”
”Don't mention it.”
Jarvis made the ascent again. He stood about for nearly an hour before the office girl arrived. ”Those stairs is the limit,” she gasped. ”You waiting for me?”
”I am waiting for Mr. Belasco.”
”Oh! Appointment?”
”No.”
”Got a letter to him?”
”No.”
”What do you want to see him about? A job?”
”No. About a play.”
She ushered him in, opened the windows, took off her hat, looked at herself in the mirror, while she patted her wonderful hair. She powdered her nose, fixed her neck ruffle, apparently oblivious of Jarvis.
”What time do you expect Mr. Belasco?”
”Goodness only knows.”
”Do you think he will come to-day?”
”Far be it from me to say.”
”But I wish to see him.”
”Many a blond has twirled his thumbs around here for weeks for the same reason.”