"The sleuthy old kidnapper!" says I. "Could she have pulled anything like that? Here, lemme step in and leave a note for Miss Vee. I want her to call me up when she comes in. No I'll dash it off right here on the lib'ry table. Here's a pad and—"
I broke off there, because my mouth was open too wide for further remarks. On the table was a big atlas opened to the map of Florida. And on the margin, with a line drawn from about the middle of the west coast, was something written faint in pencil.
"Nunca Secos Key!" I reads. "Good night! Auntie's got the bug—and Rupert."
"Vass it is?" asks Helma.
"I'm double-crossed, that's what it is," says I. "I've had a nice long nap at the switch, and I've just woke up in time to see the fast express crash on towards an open draw. Hal-lup! Hal-lup! I know I'll never be the same again."
"It's too bad, yah," says Helma sympathetic.
"That don't half describe it," says I. "And what is goin' to happen when I report to Old Hickory won't be nice to print in the papers."
"Should I say something by Miss Vee when she coom?" asks Helma.
"Yes," says I. "Tell her to kindly omit flowers."
And with that I starts draggy towards the elevator.