At this moment the telephone rang.
"Shuffle over to it," said Granning, withdrawing his legs. "No one ever telephones for me."
"It may be from Fred—perhaps they're back," said Bojo, departing.
He came back in a few moments rather excited.
"That's queer—it's from Doris."
"Been rather neglectful, haven't you?"
"It wasn't long distance. She's here!"
"Here—in town?"
"Yes. Funny she didn't warn me," said Bojo, mystified. He dug out his hat from the crowded desk and halted before the reclining figure. "Well, I'm summoned. Sorry to leave you. Felt just like rambling along."
"Well, be firm."