With an agitated countenance, he sought self-preservation by waving Sandy's letter behind him in a frantic effort to banish, if possible, the odor of his guilt.
Sandy stayed at the door with Annette, but Ruth came to the window and asked for her mail.

When she smiled at the contrite Jimmy she scattered the few remaining ideas that lingered in his brain.

With crimson face and averted eyes, he handed her the letter, forgetting that telegrams existed.
He saw her send a quick, puzzled glance from the letter to Sandy; he saw her turn away from the door and tear open the envelop; then, to his everlasting credit, he saw no more.
When he ventured forth from behind his desk the office was empty.

He made a cautious survey of the premises; then, opening a back window, he seized a small bottle by the neck and hurled it savagely against the brick wall opposite..