Replacing the instrument, he swung round again. "There"s proof already,"
he informed her cheerfully. "That was Nella Cardrow--one of the biggest propositions on our list--star of "Mrs. Mixer." And I"m putting her off solely to show you how sincerely I"m interested in what you have to say to me." He bent forward again, confidentially. "Now tell me: what can I do for you?"
"Give me a job," Joan informed him honestly. "That"s all I want just now--work--a part in anything you have influence with."
"Then you _have_ left "The Lie"?" Marbridge persisted incredulously.
Joan nodded. "I had to. I couldn"t stand it any longer."
"But--without you--why, I don"t know what they were thinking of, to let you go!"
"I just couldn"t get along with the star, and that"s all there was to it," Joan declared. "He was a boozer and--well, I had to quit."
"And the sketch--"
"Oh, it went on, all right, I guess."
"Without you! Well, that"s hard to credit. However...." Marbridge leaned back and for a moment stared thoughtfully out of the window. "I really can"t think of anything we"ve got open just now that"s good enough to offer you."
"Please don"t think of me that way, Mr. Marbridge," Joan pleaded earnestly, more than half deceived. "I"m ready for anything, to get a chance to show these people what I can do. Anything--however small--just so it gives me a show--I don"t care what!"
Marbridge preserved admirably his look of intent gravity. "Let me think a moment," he requested, pursing his full lips.
Joan watched him closely through that brief silence, her mood one of curious texture, compounded in almost equal parts of hope and doubt, of wonder and misgivings, of appreciation of her own courage and shrewdness, and of admiration for Marbridge.
He was by no means what she would have termed handsome, but he was uncommonly individual, a personality that left an ineffaceable impression of strength and masculinity; and with this he had an air of being finished and complete, as though he not only knew better than most how to take care of himself in all ways, but slighted himself in none.
She thought his mode of dress striking, combining distinction and taste to an extraordinary degree.... And when in his abstraction he pinched his chin gently between thumb and forefinger, she was impressed with the discovery that a man"s hand could be at once well-manicured and muscular....
He turned back abruptly with a sparkle of enthusiasm in his bold and prominent eyes.
"By George, I think I have it!..."
"Yes--?" she breathed excitedly.
He considered an instant longer, shook his head, and jumped up. "I must consult Arlington first," he declared. "I wouldn"t care to commit him without his consent. No--don"t get up. Just excuse me one minute. I"ll be right back."
And before she could protest--had she entertained the faintest idea of doing anything of the sort--he left the room by the same door which had admitted him.
Immediately she was again aware of a rumble of voices in the next office, but now it was even more indefinite.
And again she waited a full five minutes alone....
When Marbridge rejoined her, it was with an air apologetic and disappointed.
"It"s too bad," he announced, aggrieved, "but it seems Arlington has really gone for the day. I shan"t see him before evening, likely, possibly not until tomorrow. So I must ask you to trouble yourself to come back, if you don"t mind."
"Mind!" Joan laughed, rising. "Oh, I guess not."
"Well," Marbridge a.s.sured her, "I don"t think you"ll have any wasted time to regret. But I can"t promise anything until I"m sure Arlington hasn"t made other arrangements, or until I"ve managed to put a crimp into "em if he has."
"But you mustn"t do that--"
"Hush!" Marbridge paused to chuckle infectuously. "There"s one trouble,"
he amended, more gravely, "and that is, I haven"t got any too much time.
I"m booked to sail for Europe Sat.u.r.day, and have got so many little things to attend to, I"m running round in circles. But don"t you fret: I"ve got this matter right next to my heart, Miss Thursday, and I"m going to put it through if it humanly can be done. Now let me think when I can ask you to call again."
"Any time that suits your convenience, Mr. Marbridge."
"Well, it"s a question. I"d like mighty well to have you lunch with me before I go, but.... The truth is, I haven"t got hardly a minute unengaged. You just happened to catch me right, today.... I wonder if you could call in Friday, say, about half-past three?"
"Of course I can, but I don"t want you to--"
"Didn"t I tell you, _hush_!" Marbridge interrupted, mock-impatient. "Not another word. Remember what I told you about how I felt that day I saw you act, out in Chicago. The time"s coming when I"m going to be powerful" glad you gave me this chance to give you a lift, Miss Thursday. And then"--he paused in the act of opening the door, and took Joan"s hand, subjecting it to a firm, friendly pressure before continuing--"and then, perhaps, I"ll be coming round and begging favours of you."
For an instant Joan"s eyes endured, without a tremor, the quick searching probe of the man"s.
She nodded quietly, saying in a grave voice: "I guess you won"t have to beg very hard--not for anything I could ever do for you, Mr. Marbridge."
His smile was as spontaneous and bright as a child"s. "It"s a bargain!"
he declared spiritedly. "And you can bet your life I won"t forget my end of it!... Good afternoon, Miss Thursday. Remember--Friday at three-thirty...."
x.x.xIII
As one result of her interview with Marbridge, Joan returned to her quarters in a state of thoughtfulness which was responsible not only for her forgetting the appointment with Matthias and the risk she ran of encountering Quard at every corner, but also for her unquestioning acceptance of Hattie"s absence from the flat in the face of her expressed determination not to go out that afternoon.
Hattie, however, was nothing loath to explain her change of mind when she blew in cheerfully shortly before dinner-time.
"h.e.l.lo!" she exclaimed, tossing her hat one way and her parasol another.
"Did you miss me?"
Joan looked up blankly from the depths of her musing. "No," she said dully. "Why?"
"Well, you went off half-peeved because I wouldn"t go trapesing with you--and then I went out after all."
"Oh--I"d forgotten," Joan admitted without much interest.
"Well, I didn"t mean to go out, but Billy Emerson sent me a tip and ...
I bet you can"t guess who I"ve seen."
Joan shook her head.
"Arlington!"
"Arlington!" Joan exclaimed.
"Well, and why not?"