WOMEN AND WOMEN The Enemy's office hours were from three to five in the afternoon.

It was of no especial consequence to his clients that he frequently transferred the placard from the front of the company's bank to the more alluring doorway of the "American bar;" all was just and fair so long as he was to be found where the placard listed.

Twice a week, Miss Pelham came down from the chateau in a gaily bedecked jinriksha to sit opposite to him in his stuffy corner of the banking house, his desk between them, her notebook trembling with propinquity.

Mr.Britt generously loaned the pert lady to the Enemy in exchange for what he catalogued as "happy days." Miss Pelham made it a point to look as fascinating as possible on the occasion of these interesting trips into the Enemy's territory.
The Enemy, doing his duty by his clients with a determination that seemed incontestable, suffered in the end because of his very zealousness.

He took no time to analyse the personal side of his work; he dealt with the situation from the aspect of a man who serves but one interest, forgetting that it involved the weal of a thousand units.