"Here's your party. Just a minute. There you are—Azalea 383."
Then a man's voice far away as if it might be in Mars:
"Hello, is that Azalea 383?"
"Yep—the Azalea Garage," that was close and plain.
"This is Mr. Cokesbury's butler——" Believe me, I came to life. "Cokesbury, Cokesbury of Cokesbury Lodge—get it?"
"Yep."
"I've a message for Miner—the manager."
"Fire away, I'm Miner."
"He wants to know if you found a raincoat in that auto he had from you last time he was down? Raincoat, waterproof. Do you hear?"
"Yes sir, I hear perfect. We've got it and I'd 'a' sent it back but I thought he'd be down again any time and it was just as well to keep it here."