Adams nodded to David.
“Go on, learned brother Blaize,” he said.
“Notice in writing, Jev,” he said.
He had seen the handwriting of his letter, and tore it open.
“Oh, I say, how ripping!” he said. “Frank’s mother’s ill, and is ordered out of England for Christmas—at least, it’s beastly that she’s ill—but Frank wants to know if he can stay with us for a week. I say, Jev, you’re awfully wet, aren’t you? I mean, you couldn’t get much wetter, so I wonder if you’d take a tellywag just down to the office.”
“Rather. And I’ll put my appeal in your study, shall I!”
“Yes.”
“Right. I’ll be back in a second if you’ll have your tellywag ready.”
“Is the telegram to Frank saying he can come?” asked Adams.
“Yes, sir.”