"No, Jonas, but I've got some fine pictures in my trunk of you shooting rapids in the old boat."
"No! My Lordy! Where's your trunk, Mr. Milton?"
"Jonas," said Enoch, "you get Mr. Milton's trunk check and—but he says he's going to a hotel."
Jonas looked at Milton, indignantly. "Going to a hotel! How come you to try to insult the boss' and my house, Mr. Milton? Huh! Hotel! Huh!"
He took the check and left the room, still snorting. Milton rose. "I mustn't intrude any longer, Mr. Secretary."
"Luckily I'm free, to-night," said Enoch. "We'll have a great talk.
Ask Cheney to come in, please."
"Mr. Cheney," asked Enoch, when Milton had gone, "do you think you could find out whether or not that fellow Ames has returned from Arizona?"
"Yes, we can do that without much trouble. Was Milton able to straighten matters up with you, Mr. Secretary?"
"He didn't have to. I'm an ardent admirer of Milton's. He's going to stop at my house, while he's in Washington. Why don't you take him out of the field and begin to groom him for your job, Mr. Cheney? He should be ready for it in a few years."
Cheney nodded. "He's a good man. I'll think it over. And I will telephone Abbott about Ames."