CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Francis Saltiel knocked at the door of the room which Pamela and Sally Thornton occupied, and in a few moments pert Sally herself answered, still evidently drowsy with sleep which the drug had induced the night before. "Oh, hi, Mr. Saltiel!" she exclaimed, "Pam and I did so much want to talk to you today. Is it all right now?"
"Yes, I think we can have a little talk," he smiled hypocritically. "But I want to talk to you first. You see, you're not old enough yet for a job, so I'll have to make some disposition."
Pamela Thornton now came forward, her lovely, haughty face furrowed with a frown of anxiety. "Good morning, Mr. Saltiel," she quickly interposed. "I'd like to talk to you too. Are we going to stay here very long? I thought I was going to work for you in Miami."
