I can't think what's come over the fellow.

I thought he was a rescuing angel, and he's turning out bad.
I'll swear it looks like they'd been--well, I won't say that yet.

But he hasn't printed that McCune business I told you of, and he's had two days.

There is less than a week before the convention, and--" He broke off, seeing the yellow envelope in Meredith's hand.

"Is that a telegram for me ?" His companion gave it to him.