Carney?" Lady Miranda Thorne's voice hung in the telephone so softly as to be nearly inaudible, but Lawrence Carney had become accustom ed to it.Carney?" Lady Miranda Thorne's voice hung in the telephone so softly as to be nearly inaudible, but Lawrence Carney had become accustom ed to it. He had never seen her in the last six years that he and his firm had handled her business affairs, but her thin, wispy voice over the telephone had been worth thousands. For that reason, he was always glad to hear from her even if she was a trifle unnerving. "So nice to hear from you again, Lady Miranda, what can I do for you?" Her reply caused him to snatch his glasses from his face and throw them on the desk. "But you can't have made your decision so soon, Lady Miranda. That first batch I sent you had but nine applications. I posted dozens more only an hour ago. They should reach you the day after tomorrow." He was dumbfounded. "Notwithstanding your herculean efforts, Mr. Carney, I'm irrevocably convinced that Miss McArdle and Miss Hart will be perfect for my situation. Please issue suitable instructions and have them here by three o'clock this afternoon." Lady Miranda had a habit of expecting the impossible. |