"Say, don't you get tired hanging around outside there?
How'd you like to go in and look around the lot?
Would you like that ?" Would he! "Thanks!" He managed it without choking, "If I wouldn't be in the way." "You won't.

Go on--amuse yourself." The telephone rang.

Still applying the menthol she held the receiver to her ear.

"No, nothing to-day, dear.
Say, Marie, did you ever take Eezo Pain Wafers for a headache?
Keep 'em in mind--they're great.

Yes, I'll let you know if anything breaks.
Goo'-by, dear." Merton Gill hurried through a narrow corridor past offices where typewriters clicked and burst from gloom into the dazzling light of the Holden lot.