“Hello, Millville, hello,” called Harry Boland, not getting his connection.
Grogan beckoned Miss Masters to his side. “If there’s a letter there for me in an envelope like this,” he said producing the dark blue letter from his pocket, “you keep it.”
“Really?” Miss Masters now smiled openly.
“Keep it,” reiterated Grogan, “don’t show it to me or I’ll climb up the side of the building and jump off.”
Miss Masters thoroughly amused vanished into the hall. Meanwhile Harry Boland was talking to Millville.
“Millville?” he said. “Yes this is Harry Boland. Oh!” He paused with a distinct note of disappointment in his voice. “Oh, it’s you, Clark? Yes I know—You’ve something to report about the Welcomes.”
“The Welcome family,” said Grogan, pricking up his ears.
“All right, I’m listening,” Harry went on. “Yes, I get you.”
“Look at that now,” continued Grogan reflectively.
“No, no, you needn’t wait there any longer—All right.”