“Yes. She’s the only woman above you.”
“Does she leave a trail of perfume?”
I was going to add that it didn’t mix well with the gas leakage, the
cigars and last year’s cooking but refrained for fear of Mrs. Bushey’s
feelings.
“Yes, that’s Miss Harris. She’s a singer--professional. But you won’t
hear her much, there’s a floor in between. That is, unless you leave
the register open.”