"Thanks awfully,--you're a corker,--sorry to leave you this way.

I'll tell you all about it later.

You're a dear to help me keep my appointment." "Seems to me you helped yourself," she cried after him as he darted up the steps.

"Come up for tea some day and tell me who the lady is." After he had gone Miss Drew turned to her chauffeur, who was in the tonneau.

Then she laughed unrestrainedly, and the faintest shadow of a grin stole over the man's face.
"Beg pardon, Miss," he said, "but I'd back Mr.Brewster against Fournier any day." Only half an hour late, Brewster entered the office of Messrs.