Can't I be your private secretary ?" "Consider yourself engaged.

Name your figure--after it is over.

My record on the Streets speaks for how I stand by those who stand by me.
But I hate a quitter." "So do I," exclaimed Constance, rising and giving him her hand in a straight-arm shake that made Brainard straighten himself and look down into her face with unconcealed admiration.
The next morning Constance became private secretary to the president of the Motor Trust.
"You will be 'Miss' Dunlap," remarked Brainard.

"It sounds more plausible." Quietly he arranged her duties so that she would seem to be very busy without having anything which really interfered with the purpose of her presence.
She had been thinking rapidly.

Late in the forenoon she reached a decision.