"And this man Uhlan?"
"He sent his attorney, a man named Shotwell, to my studio to explain that because of his injuries he couldn't paint his twelve-thousand-dollar portrait. I was quite willing to pay for that until old Shotwell put in another claim for twelve thousand dollars for damages in general and an extra thousand for himself."
"So they're all trying after a bite," commented Gerry, studying his engagement-pad. "Now, tell me, Miss Hayden"
"Don't do that," was Teddie's sharp command.
"Don't do what?"
"Don't call me Miss Hayden."
"All right, Teddie," acquiesced her counsel-at-law, without a break in his solemnity. "But the first thing you must tell me is just what you intend doing."
"I don't know what to do. That's why I came to see you. That's what I'm willing to pay you for. But it's not entirely unnatural, I think, to nurse a fixed aversion to be chased around the map by an army of reporters and subpœna-servers."
