"I wish I dare tell you; it is the funniest thing that has ever happened in the office since I have been here. You couldn't guess in ten years."
"We have hardly that much time to spend in trying, so we shall have to give it up."
"When you see your friend say to him from me that his message was forwarded just as he directed."
"Where did he tell you to deliver the reply?"
"He said nothing of that. I have a suspicion that there won't be any reply to his telegram."
Alvin was turning away again, when the miss, leaning on her desk and tapping her pretty white teeth with the end of her lead pencil smilingly asked:
"Would you really like to see Mike Murphy's telegram?"
"It would be of great help to us in our search for the stolen boat," replied Alvin, stepping closer to her.
Chester remained standing by the outer door, with hands thrust in his pockets. He read the signs aright.
"She has taken a fancy to him," he reflected, "and as there doesn't happen to be much business on hand just now is disposed to flirt a little, but Alvin isn't."