"But you must go."
"I got a telegram this morning, and I must go into town."
"To New York! Oh, Hairy, I simply hate your old business. Haven't we got enough money without trying to make all there is in the world? Aren't we…"
"No, not to New York—just into Westbury, Miss Firebrand. I must use the wire direct to the office."
"Absurd. Why don't you telephone your message?"
"Code messages, dear. They can't be talked."
"But you'll be back in time to go with me?"
"I'll do my best. I'm starting directly. There's Farrell with the machine now."
"But Farrell must get my car ready."
"He will. Farrell isn't going with me."