In five minutes it was at the side door, and Griswold and Barbara, fortified by the presence of Phœbe, left the governor’s study.
“If they don’t know me, everybody in South Carolina knows Phœbe,” said Barbara.
“A capital idea. I can see by her eye that she’s built for conspiracy.”
Griswold’s horse was to be returned to town by a boy; and when this had been arranged the three entered the carriage.
“The telegraph office, Tom; and hurry.”
CHAPTER VII.
AN AFFAIR AT THE STATE HOUSE.
Barbara filed the messages herself with the manager of the telegraph company, who lifted the green shade from his eyes and smiled upon her.
“We’ll rush them, Miss Osborne. Shall I telephone the answers if they come to-night? No; your father likes his telegrams delivered, I remember.”
“I will call for them,” said Griswold. “Governor Osborne was only at home a few hours this evening, and he left me in charge of these matters.”
The manager’s face expressed surprise.