"Hello! how's the old man?"
She could hear the answer. It swept her fears away in a moment.
"Well, but anxious about the girl."
"She's all right, everything's all right. Take the sick man home and tell him that his daughter will be there almost as soon as he is."
"I must hear my father's voice." It was Grace who was speaking. "I will give a cry that will echo through this building if you do not put me in communication with him at once."
Her hand went out to the receiver.
The veins on Beau Johnson's forehead stood out threateningly.
"Curse you!" he muttered; but he gave the order just the same.
"Hello! Don't shut off. The girl's nervous; wants to hear her father's voice. Have him up! two words from him will answer."
"Father!"