“Yes! Who are you?”
“This is Uncle John.”
“Who?”
“Uncle John, in Baltimore.”
“Unc—Say, you’ve got the wrong party, I guess! Who do you want?”
“Isn’t this Wallace?”
“This is Wallace Blashington!” Blash was getting peevish. “I haven’t any Uncle John in Baltimore or anywhere else!” The ticket girl sniggered and Blash felt his face getting red. “I say I haven’t——”
“Yes, Wallace? I can’t hear you very well. I’ve just had word from Dick, Wallace, and——”
“Dick who? I say Dick who!” roared Blash.
“Yes, Wallace, I’m sure you do. Well, this is what he says. I’ll read it to you. ‘Tell Blash——’ He calls you Blash. ‘Tell Blash he needn’t bother——’”