"There's no telling," says Babe.
And with that we swaps grins.
CHAPTER IX
HARTLEY AND THE G. O. G.'S
"Oh, I say, Torchy," calls out Mr. Robert, as I'm reachin' for my hat here the other noon, "you don't happen to be going up near the club on your way to luncheon, do you?"
"Not today," says I. "I'm lunchin' with the general staff."
"Oh!" says he, grinnin'. "In that case never mind."
And for fear you shouldn't be wise to this little office joke of ours maybe I'd better explain that who I meant was Hartley Grue, assistant chief of our bond room force.