She was glad to hear Bernini's ring.

She excused herself to admit the Italian.
"A false alarm," she whispered.

"Someone inquiring for Gregor.

I thought it might be well for you to see him." "I'll work the radiator stuff." "Very well." Bernini went into the living room and fussed over the steam cock of the radiator.
"Nothing the matter with it, miss.

Just stuck." "Sorry to have troubled you," said the stranger, rising and picking up his hat.
Bernini went down to the basement, obfuscated; for he knew the visitor.
He was one of the greatest bankers in New York--that is to say, in America! Asking questions about Stefani Gregor!.