She proceeded downstairs to her study and dashed in with the novel excitability she had displayed ever since the runaway. The shell-rimmed spectacles glanced up and the secretary rose. His dignity of manner was exceptional to-day.
“Grim, I wish to send a wire. I don’t want to send it over the phone nor by a servant. I want you please to take it down for me.”
The secretary inclined his head in silence.
An hour later John Ogden in his office read the following:
Have been very remiss not to tell you that your friend Mr. Stanwood on day of arrival stopped my runaway, saved my life, broke his arm and head, very ill for a time at my house. Doing well now. If you wish to come to see him happy to entertain you long as you can stay. He called constantly in delirium for Aunt Sukey, but will not let me send for her. Advise me and forgive my carelessness.
Susanna Frink
John Ogden stared at this communication for a full minute with an incredulous gaze before he emitted a peal of laughter that brought tears to his eyes, and an office boy from the next room.
He sent a prompt reply:
Thank you. Will be with you next Thursday.