“Yes. This is King.... Yes. They are all ready. I’ll send them this minute. Goodbye.”
He pressed a button on his desk. “B-zzzzzzzzz! B-zzzzzzzz! B-zzzzzzzz!” went the buzzer at the office boy’s desk. There was no response. “B-zzzzzzzz!” went the buzzer again, long and angrily.
“Drat that boy!” said the Special Agent. “I need him the worst way and I’d bet a dollar he’s out playing craps. I’ve got to get some papers up to the Deputy Attorney General at once.”
Willie leaped to his feet. “May I take them?” he said.
“Do you know where the Attorney General’s office is?”
“No, sir. But I can find it if you give me the address.”
“Do you think I dare trust him with these papers, Frank? They are important.”
“They’ll be perfectly safe,” said the Secret Service man.
“Then you take this package, Willie, and deliver it at the Attorney General’s office. Then come back here, and I’ll make it right with you.” The Special Agent wrote down an address on a slip of paper and handed it to Willie.
Willie took it, thrust the package of papers into the inside pocket of his coat, buttoned the coat up tight, and bolted out of the office.