“Now, for the love of mike, don’t be in such a hurry,” I said. “Here, you two, get out. I want to talk to her.”
“It’s no good,” Myra said firmly, “I’ve made up my mind,” and she turned to the door.
“Can’t one, of you think of something?” I demanded.
“Really, Ross, I mean it,” she said over her shoulder. As she opened the door, the little Mexican girl came bustling in. She had a telegram which she handed to me. I took it and then waved her away. She seemed glad to go.
“Hold on until I’ve read this,” I said to Myra. “It might be important.”
“Hurry,” Myra said, standing by the door. “I want to change.”
I was staring at the telegram in astonishment. It was from Paul Juden:
Maddox cables girl has been found stop. What are you diddling with stop Civic reception to be held today stop Girl’s father claims reward stop Maddox loves you stop Juden.
“Well, fan me with a plate of soup!” I said and offered the telegram to Myra.
Bogle and Ansell crowded round her and read over her shoulder. There was a moment’s silence which was immediately after exploded by a general uproar.