movement could be seen even through the heavy seal cloak, whose sheen changed with each touch of her figure.
"Look at the idiots!" cried Overman, excitedly. "So busy stretching their necks to see a woman, there's five piled up on the ice. They're ringing for the ambulance. She's fractured one man's skull, broken another's leg, and, by the pale-faced moon, I believe she's killed one. And you're after me to meet another woman—great Scott, look, she's coming in here!"
"Well, she won't hurt you."
"I don't know!"
Overman made a break to reach his inner office when Gordon seized his arm.
"Stop, you fool," he thundered; "it's my wife. She's calling by for me, and you're going to meet her, if I have to knock you down and sit on you."
There was no help for it. He heard the rustle of the silk lining of her cloak and she was at the door.
She shook Overman's hand heartily, her violet eyes smiling in such a friendly candid way he was at once put at ease.
"I am so glad to see you," she said, earnestly. "I've heard Frank speak of you so often and laugh over your college ups and downs. I feel I've known you all my life. And then he says you're such a woman-hater"
"He's a grand liar, Mrs. Gordon," he interrupted, suddenly colouring. "I never said anything of
