The next voice he heard was that of Mary Johnson.
"It's about time you said something from somewhere," said she, knowing that the unusual had happened.
"That fellow showed up at Dreamy Hollow to-night—you know who. Much to say to-morrow morning—no holiday dinners for us yet. Get to the office early, say, eight thirty and I'll spin the yarn."
"Big Case?"
"Getting bigger all the time."
"That little dinner, by the way—next winter—some time?"
"Not on your sweet young life! The first breathing spell."
"I was joking dear—you——"
"Of course you were, we're always joking, aren't we? As long as we joke, we won't quarrel!"
"Speaking of—you know who—did you see him?"