'Just hold your horses a minute, Hen——'
'You give it——'
Humphrey threw up a hand, then opened a drawer. He handed over the typewritten manuscript.
'Who made this?'
'Gertie Wombast. I warned her to keep her mouth shut.'
'How much did it cost?'
'Oh, see here, Hen—I won't talk to you! Not till you get over this excitement.'
'I'm not excited. Or, at least——'
Humphrey gave a shrug. Henry, gripping the roll of manuscript, started out.
'Wait a minute, Hen! What do you think you're going to do?'