She looked up into his eyes. She said, “Never let anybody say that Callahan doesn’t land on her feet.”
Anthon took her arm. He said, “Come with me. You must meet the Council. There are things I must explain to them. You can listen and I will translate for you and thus you will learn much.”
Mary let herself be led toward the vast doorway. As she passed Howard Loomis she winked broadly at him said in a stage whisper, “I don’t know what the deal is, chum, but something tells me I’m going to like it.”
Howard Loomis scratched his head, bewildered and frustrated, as he saw the tall girl, her fingertips on the arm of the oddly dignified young man, pass out through the enormous arched doorway into the sunlight.
Ten minutes later he was hastily wrapping his topcoat around a soaking-wet young lady with blond hair who, in spite of her irate tone, seemed badly in need of a competent man to look after her.
Any good salesman is resourceful.
