CHAPTER VIII
THE FALLS
According to his promise, Dick presented himself at Ellery’s office on the next afternoon. He wore a brisk and moving air.
“Miss Quincy is not here to-day,” Norris said without looking up.
“I know it,” Dick answered promptly. “Are you through yet?”
“I’ve finished with the ephemeræ of this particular Tuesday, and before I begin on those of Wednesday, I have a few precious moments to waste on you.” Ellery wheeled his chair around.
“Do you know that this is Decoration Day and a holiday?”
“Is there anything a sub-editor does not know?”