“Oh, I don’t mind Bill,” she interrupted in a low tone. “But Howard mustn’t get wind of it. He might make a fuss.”
She rose from her chair and going over to the detective, began to whisper in his ear.
“But that’s impossible, Dorothy!” he protested, although he allowed a smile to come to his eyes. “And what’s more, my dear, I’m afraid it would be illegal.”
“Oh, no, it wouldn’t! Not if you—” And again she brought her lips close to his ear.
“You’re a young scamp!” he laughed as she ended. “But—well—you’re doing a great deal for me, so—”
“So you’ll go downstairs and start telephoning right away!” she prompted eagerly.
Ashton Sanborn held up his hands in mock despair. “Nieces,” he declared, “should not badger hard-working old uncles. But since this niece has been a good girl today, Uncle will do as he’s asked.”
“I shall never call you anything else but Uncle Sanborn, now,” Dorothy cried delightedly.
“Thanks, my child, and I’ll do my best for you.”
“Angel uncles can do no more,” she laughed.