It doesn't matter
anyhow--there--somebody has answered it--Mr. Piper probably, as there is
another door to the office and both of them are generally kept locked. Mr.
Piper like all great business men has his petty idiosyncrasies.
Oliver is just starting to turn away when a whisper of sound that seems
oddly like "Mrs. Severance" comes to his ear by some trick of acoustics
through the door. He hesitates--and stays where he is, wondering all the
time why he is doing anything so silly and unguest-like--and also what on
earth he could say if Mr. Piper suddenly flung open the door. But Ted has
told him a good deal at various times of the more mysterious aspects of
Mrs. Severance, and her name jumping out at him this way from the middle
of Mr. Piper's private office makes it rather hard to act like a copybook
gentleman--especially with his last conversation with Ted still plain in
his mind.
The voices are too low for him to hear anything distinctly but again one
of the speakers says "Mrs. Severance"--of that he is entirely sure. The
receiver clicks back and Oliver regains the lounge in three long soft
strides, thanking his carelessness that he is still wearing rubber-soled
sport-shoes.
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