"We can nominate you again all right, but we're afraid we can't get you the convention.

Young and Windle have been working like moles for the past ten days--" "For Carter ?" interrupted Lorne: "Carter, of course." They nodded.

Carter stood the admitted fact.
"I'm sorry it's Carter," said Lorne thoughtfully.

"However--" And he dropped, staring before him, into silence.

The others eyed him from serious, underhung faces.