“Wait until we get the baby,” cautioned Aggie.
“We'll have it the first thing in the morning,” argued Zoie.
“Jimmy can send him a night-letter,” compromised Aggie, “that way Alfred won't get the news until morning.”
A few minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of Jimmy's office and with a sigh of thanksgiving he hurried upstairs to his unanswered mail.
CHAPTER XIII
When Alfred Hardy found himself on the train bound for Detroit, he tried to assure himself that he had done the right thing in breaking away from an association that had kept him for months in a constant state of ferment. His business must come first, he decided. Having settled this point to his temporary satisfaction, he opened his afternoon paper and leaned back in his seat, meaning to divert his mind from personal matters, by learning what was going on in the world at large.
No sooner had his eye scanned the first headline than he was startled by a boisterous greeting from a fellow traveller, who was just passing down the aisle.
“Hello, Hardy!” cried his well meaning acquaintance. “Where are you bound for?”
“Detroit,” answered Alfred, annoyed by the sudden interruption.