"No!" said H. R., decisively.
Andrew Barrett, who had begun to look hopeful, frowned at his leader's negative, and said, desperately, "Something has got to be done!"
When human beings say "Something" in that tone of voice they mean dynamite by proxy.
"Certainly!" agreed H. R., absently, his mind still on Grace.
Andrew Barrett stifled a groan. He whispered to Max, "It's the girl!"
Max looked alarmed, then hopeful. Grace was almost as much News as H. R. himself.
Andrew Barrett turned to H. R., and said, reproachfully:
"Here we've made sandwiching what it is, and these infernal tightwads—"
"That's the word, Barrett," cut in H. R. "Go to it, my son!"
"How do you mean?" asked Barrett.