HELDER'S WAY
Helder rang his bell, and the girl, who had been translating an article from L'Humanité into English, put down her work reluctantly, and came into his room. Twice that day she had obeyed the summons, and on each occasion his voice had been friendly.
The man was examining the record of a tape machine as she entered. She waited, with her hands behind her back.
"Oh, Miss Maple!" he said pleasantly; "I called you in to tell you that I am very satisfied with your work."
It was her third day with her new employer, and his approval was singularly repellent to her.
"You can sit down," he said, dropping the tape. "I have got a lot to say to you."
"Thank you, I will stand," she said.
"Please yourself," he said genially. "You don't mind if I sit? Thanks. Now, in the first place, I
