“And he didn’t need any help,” drawled Jennie. “Oh! you’ll get used to little things like that.”
“Never to that little thing,” said Miss Cullam, tartly. “Can’t he be muzzled?”
Meanwhile Tom had seized upon the station agent. He was a long, lean, “drawly” man, with seemingly a very languid interest in life.
“What telegrams?” he drawled.
Tom explained more fully and the man referred to a memorandum book he carried in the breast pocket of his flannel shirt.
“Yep. Three messages received over the ’phone from Kingman station. All delivered.”
“Good!” Tom exclaimed, with vast relief.
“Four days ago,” added the station agent.
That was a dash of cold water. “Didn’t you receive other telegrams in the same way yesterday?”
“Not a one.”