“Someone for me, Miss Masters?” the young man inquired, hanging up his hat on a rack by the door. Without waiting for a reply he turned to Grogan. “Good morning, Mike.”
“’Tis a fine day—I hope,” returned Grogan cautiously.
“Yes, someone calling you, Mr. Boland,” broke in Miss Masters.
“Don’t want to talk to anyone,” said the young man curtly.
“Hello, hello,” continued Miss Masters at the telephone. “Hello, long distance? Mr. Boland is too busy—”
“Wait, please,” interrupted Harry quickly, “did you say ‘long distance?’”
Miss Masters nodded. “Just a moment,” she said into the telephone.
“Yes, Mr. Boland,” she said. “It’s a long distance. Some one wants to talk to you in—Millville, Illinois.”