CHAPTER VIII.
THE MAGIC OF A NAME The newcomer proved to be Goldstein, the manager of the Continental.
His face was frowning and severe as he rudely marched up to the group and, without the formality of a greeting, pointedly addressed the Stanton girls.
"What does it mean ?" he demanded in evident excitement, for his voice shook and the accusing finger he held out trembled.

"How does it happen that my people, under contract to work for the Continental, are working for other firms ?" Maud paled and her eyes glistened with resentment as she rose and faced her manager.

Florence pulled her sister's sleeve and said with a forced laugh: "Sit down, Maud; the man has probably been drinking." He turned on the young girl fiercely, but now it was Arthur Weldon who seized the manager's arm and whirled him around.
"Sir, you are intruding," he said sternly.

"If you have business with these ladies, choose the proper time and place to address them." "I have!" cried Goldstein, blusteringly.

"They have treated me shamefully--unprofessionally! They have played me a trick, and I've the right to demand why they are working for a rival firm while in my pay." Mrs.Montrose now arose and said with quiet dignity: "Mr.Goldstein, you are intruding, as Mr.Weldon says.