What should he say?
Something about Bill Gregg at once, of course.

That was the thing.
The electric light snapped on at the far side of the room.

He saw a dressing table, an Empire bed covered with green-figured silk, a pleasant rug on the floor, and, just as he had gathered an impression of delightful femininity from these furnishings, the girl turned from the lamp on the dressing table, and he saw--not Caroline Smith, but a bronze-haired beauty, as different from Bill Gregg's lady as day is from night..