Jimmy's stood out like the handles on a loving-cup.

With all this explosive material bottled up in him, he felt like a torpedo-boat deprived of action.
After a while he got up and went into the drug-store next door.

When he came back he made sure he was alone in the office.

Then he propped up the lid of his desk with the top of his head, in a manner acquired at school, and hiding behind this improvised screen, he carefully took from his pocket a small bottle of gasolene.

Pouring a little on his handkerchief, he applied it to the envelop of the special-delivery letter.
As if by magic, the words within showed through; and by frequent applications of the liquid the engrossed Jimmy deciphered the following: -- like the moan of the sea in my heart, and it will not be still.
Heart, body, and soul will call to you, Ruth, so long as the breath is in my body.