At least it would keep her from writing more books about him.
The door opened and Sergeant Ellison entered, followed by the secretary, who almost immediately withdrew.
"Well, sergeant," said Mr.Ryder cordially, "what have you to tell me?
I can give you only a few minutes.

I expect a lady friend of yours." The plutocrat sometimes condescended to be jocular with his subordinates.
"A lady friend of mine, sir ?" echoed the man, puzzled.
"Yes--Miss Shirley Green, the author," replied the financier, enjoying the detective's embarrassment.

"That suggestion of yours worked out all right.

She's coming here to-day." "I'm glad you've found her, sir." "It was a tough job," answered Ryder with a grimace.

"We wrote her half a dozen times before she was satisfied with the wording of the invitation.