"How long will you be before you start out for this Hoboken Clam-Bake of yours?"
"The dinner of the Great Neck Social and Literary Society, to which I imagine you to allude, is at eight o'clock. I shall motor down, leaving my apartment at twenty minutes past seven."
"Then it's no good trying to see you to-night. Say, listen. Will you be home to-morrow?"
"Yes."
"Right!" said Sigsbee H.
CHAPTER SIX
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"Say, listen!" said Sigsbee H. Waddington.
"Proceed," said Hamilton Beamish.
"Say, listen!"