She gave herself over to the joyous excitement of the hour.
Curiously enough, upon descending from the steel tower after a half hour of shooting through space, she bumped squarely into her roommate and pal of many strange adventures—Petite Jeanne.
“Oh, Jeanne!” she exclaimed. “I have found him, the little Chinaman with long ears.”
“And the knife?”
“He still has it.”
“Tell me about it,” Jeanne begged.
In her own truly dramatic style Florence told the story. “And when he dropped,” she ended breathlessly, “I said ‘that’s the end of him!’”
“But it was not?” Jeanne breathed.
“I am not sure it was not. We shall see him again, perhaps many times.”
“But, Florence, why does he want that three-bladed knife so very, very much?”