"Now, then!" Donelle exclaimed, confronting him almost fiercely, "you've got to let me try. Mary Walden and I have worked it all out. I'm to wear a red wig and a black dress with white collar and cuffs. If the bandages should slip, and he happened at that moment to see, he wouldn't know me. My voice is—is perfect, Man-Andy, and besides," here Donelle quivered, "I'm going to him, anyway!"
"In that case," and Law shrugged his shoulders, "I'll surrender. You're a young wonder, Donelle."
Then Law laughed, and laughs were rare treats to him those days.
And that night he broke the plan to Norval in the following manner:
"See here, boy, I'm willing to go on with this job of getting you on your feet provided I have my usual half holidays."
"I know I'm using you up, Andy. Why not put me in a home for incurables?"
"Nothing doing, Jim. They'd discover you even in this disguise."
"It's a sin not to have a law that permits the demolishing of derelicts." Norval's chin looked grim.
"So it is, but there you are!"
There was a pitiful pause. Then Law brought forth his suggestions as to a certain Mary Walden.