He looked up. "Queer combination, isn't it?"
"I thought it was just what you wanted," answered Griggs reproachfully.
"Nothing queerer than that," said Wood, and went on: "Six-month dietary expert--one year training--appearance, pleasing."
He glanced at his secretary. It amused him to think of the discreet Griggs appraising the appearance of these young women.
"What system did you mark them on, Griggs?" he asked, but got no further, for the door opened and Miss Exeter entered, and Griggs, with his unfailing discretion, left.
Wood looked at her and saw that Griggs as usual had been exactly right--she was neither more nor less than pleasing--a small, slim, pale girl, whose unremarkable brown eyes radiated a steady intelligence.
Wood had employed labor in many parts of the world, from Chile to China, and he had a routine about it--a preliminary intelligence test, which he applied.
"Sit down, Miss Exeter," he said. "I think it will save us both time if you will tell me all that you know about this position"--this was the test--"and then I'll fill in."