"The Odistor. My greatest discovery!" he whispered.
"We will see about that. It is something mighty wonderful—I don’t know but I should say almighty."
"I won’t say—not here. You couldn’t believe me without seeing it work—I wouldn’t have believed it myself on anybody’s word. I will bring it on to your lodgings—that’s a good place for the exhibition. No—I won’t even try to explain here—we might be overheard." He glanced up and down Tremont Street, then across—"Sh—there she is herself!" He dodged into a drug store opposite the Touraine.
Miss Mehitable Minnely, sole proprietor of The Family Blessing, was moving imposingly from the Boylston Street front of the hotel toward her auto-brougham. At the top step she halted and turned her cordial, broad, dominant countenance in both directions as if to beam on streets crowded with potential prize-package takers. She then spoke the permitting word to two uniformed deferential attendants, who proceeded to stay her carefully by the elbows, in her descent of the stone steps. Foot passengers massed quickly on both sides of her course, watching her large, slow progress respectfully. When the porters had conveyed her across the pavement, and with deferential, persistent boosting made of her an ample lading for the "auto," the chauffeur touched his wide-peaked cap, and slowly rolled her away towards Brimstone Corner _en route_ to the Blessing Building. Adam came out of the drug store looking relieved.
"She doesn’t like to see any of us on the street, office hours," he explained with lips close to my ear. "Not that I ought to care one mite." He smiled somewhat defiantly and added, "To see me dodging the old lady’s eye you’d never guess I’m _her_ boss. But I am." He eyed my wonder exultantly and repeated, "It’s so. She doesn’t know it. Nobody knows, except me. But I _am_ her boss. Just whenever I please."
On my continued aspect of perturbation he remarked, coolly:—"Naturally you think my head is on wrong. But you will know better this evening. I’m the World’s boss whenever I choose to take the responsibility. If I don’t choose, _she_ goes on being my boss, and, of course, I’ll want to hold down my job. Well, good-day for the present. Or, say—I forgot—will it suit you if I come about half-past-five? I can’t get there _much_ earlier. She’s not too well pleased if any of us leave before Park Street clock strikes five."