“Don’t you believe it,” said Blanche.
“Well, by then the boom may have cracked. Or I may have had enough. One never can tell. But I beg that you’ll do as I say. I’ve only one wife.”
After a little Mrs. Cheviot allowed herself to be persuaded, and, promising to clean up and follow within half an hour, Titus put her into a taxi and sent her home.
Returning to the office, he resumed his seat at the table and opened a drawer of which only he and the principal secretary possessed duplicate keys.
Here lay two files, respectively labelled “Answered” and “Unanswered.”
Cheviot took out the latter.
Somewhat to his relief, it contained but one letter.
The day before it had contained three.
Titus proceeded to read it with a faint frown.
Malison Hall,