“Then I’ll take it,” said Willie, without a moment’s hesitation. “But, by George! I hate to leave Mr. King.”
“And Mr. King hates to have you go,” said the Special Agent. “But I won’t try to prevent it. I know your ambition. I know you’ll succeed. But I do wish you would stay in this department. It would lead to all the secret service you could want as a special treasury agent.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. King,” said Willie. “I hate to leave you. I like my work here immensely. But I started out to get into the Secret Service proper and this is my chance. I’ll have to take it.”
“And I,” groaned Mr. King, “will have to start in with a new office boy. Oh! Lord!”
When Willie was free that evening, he raced over to the Confederated Steamship piers and rushed aboard the Lycoming. He found Roy and Mr. Robbins chatting in the purser’s office.
“I came to get you both to go to dinner with me,” he said. “It’s my treat. I’m celebrating. I’ve got a new job. And it isn’t as an office boy.”
THE END