CHAPTER XXVII
IN HONOR OF THE FAIRY QUEEN!
"Guy Little!"
The old man's voice boomed out mightily as the old man himself strode back and forth impatiently in the big barn-like library of his ranch home. Guy Little appeared with a promptness savoring either of magic or prepared expectancy.
"You rang, your majesty?"
"Rang, your foot!" shouted old Packard. "I hollered my ol' head off. What's the day of the week, Guy Little?"
"It's Wednesday, your——"
"An' what's the day of the month?"
"It's the nineteenth, your——"