"He must be an awful nuisance to a nice girl. Think of a fat, sandy-haired husband in a five-room flat with pink wall-paper and a colored janitor. Run along, Muldoon," to Glass, "I'll be with you in a moment."
When the trainer had waddled out of hearing, Mrs. Keap inquired, eagerly:
"Have you heard from Culver?"
"Didn't you know about it?" Speed swallowed.
Roberta shook her dark head.
"He's in—he's detained at Omaha for ten days. I fixed it."
The overwrought widow dropped back into the hammock, crying weakly:
"Oh, you dear, good boy!"
"Yes, I'm all of that. I—I suppose I'd be missed if anything happened to me!"
"How ever did you manage it?"