“What name, sir?”
“ Mr. Montgomery Jones.”
“I will take your name in to Mr. Blunt.”
He returned after a brief interval.
“Will you wait a few minutes please, sir. Mr. Blunt is engaged on a very important conference at present.”
“Oh—er—yes—certainly,” said Mr. Montgomery Jones.
Having, he hoped, impressed his client sufficiently Tommy rang the buzzer on his desk, and Mr. Montgomery Jones was ushered into the inner office by Albert.
Tommy rose to greet him, and shaking him warmly by the hand motioned towards the vacant chair.
“Now, Mr. Montgomery Jones,” he said briskly, “what can we have the pleasure of doing for you?”
Mr. Montgomery Jones looked uncertainly at the third occupant of the office.
“My confidential secretary, Miss Robinson,” said Tommy. “You can speak quite freely before her. I take it that this is some family matter of a delicate kind?”
“Well—not exactly,” said Mr. Montgomery Jones.
“You surprise me,” said Tommy. “You are not in trouble of any kind yourself, I hope?”
“Oh rather not,” said Mr. Montgomery Jones.