I didn’t say anything.
“The point is,” he said quite reasonably, “that if you brought the money she doesn’t expect you to hand it over to anybody except her. If you didn’t bring it she doesn’t want to see you. I don’t think her mind can be changed about that. That’s why I asked if you had brought it.”
“I brought it.”
He looked doubtfully at me. I showed him the money I had got from the bank. He jumped up briskly from the sofa.
“I’ll have her here in a minute or two,” he said over his shoulder as his long legs moved him toward the door. At the door he stopped to ask: “Do you know her? Or shall I have her bring means of identifying herself?”
“That would be best,” I told him.
He went out, leaving the corridor door open.