When may I expect you this evening, Mr.Keen ?" "It is impossible to say, Mrs.Stanley.If I am not there by midnight I shall try to call next morning." So they exchanged civil adieus; the Tracer hung up his receiver and leaned back in his chair, smiling to himself.
"Curious," he said, "that chance should have sent that pretty woman to me at such a time.

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Kerns _is_ a fine fellow, every inch of him.