Jonas all but snatched the note and dashed away. Enoch was scowling at the cards before him when Jonas thrust the note into his hand. Enoch stared at the address, laid the cards down slowly, and read the note.
"All right, gentlemen," he said quietly. "I've had my fun! Good night!" He took his hat from Jonas and strode out of the room. He did not speak as the two walked rapidly to the station. Diana was standing by a cab near the main entrance.
"This is good of you, Mr. Huntingdon," she said gravely, shaking hands.
"Thank you, Jonas!" She entered the cab and Enoch followed her.
"Let me have your suitcase check, boss." Jonas held out a black hand that still shook a little.
"I'll get Miss Allen to drop me at the house, Jonas," said Enoch.
Jonas nodded and heaved a great sigh as the cab started off.
"How did you come to do it?" asked Enoch, looking strangely at Diana.
"I heard you were in New York, Mr. Secretary. Jonas called me up!"
"Jonas had no business to do so. I am humiliated beyond words!"
Enoch spoke with a dreary sort of hopelessness.