It was a paper filled with rows of letters, such a paper as had been found in Sadie’s possession and also in Rodman’s.
“Now, I am satisfied,” Manning declared; “and now I must go straight down to the Federal Bureau. But first——”
“Sure!” said Zizi, reading his thoughts; “we’re excused!”
And with a saucy smile, she flew over and kissed Olive heartily. Then, with an imperious air, she took command, and almost before we knew it she had herded every last one of us, except Olive and Manning, across the hall to my office.
I was the last to go, and Manning smiled broadly as he called after me, “I want Miss Raynor to say once more that she exonerates me, and then I’ll report to my other Superior!”
Laughing happily, I entered my office, and found it a scene of hilarious gayety. Mrs. Vail was positively cavorting about, as Norah waltzed her up and down the room; Pennington Wise was sitting on the corner of my desk whistling dance music for them, and Zizi, her arms waving, executed a sort of glory dance of her own making-up.
After a time, the door of the Gately room opened, and Olive’s blushing face appeared, followed by that of the Man Who Fell Through the Earth.
“I want to correct a misstatement of mine,” she said; “I told you I wasn’t engaged to Amory Manning—but,—I am!”
The two came over to my office, and the ovation we gave them was second only to our reception of Manning himself a few moments before.
“Are you sure it is Manning?” Wise teased her.