G.J. seemed to see his mission, and it challenged him.
Chapter 11
THE TELEGRAM
As soon as G.J. had been let into the abode by Concepcion's venerable parlour-maid, the voice of Concepcion came down to him from above:
"G.J., who is your oldest and dearest friend?"
He replied, marvellously schooling his voice to a similar tone of cheerful abruptness:
"Difficult to say, off-hand."