There has been foul play, part and parcel of a conspiracy directed against Stanley.

Please come at once.

I claim your promise.
Mary Selden Ferdie handed it back.
"My friend's friend is my friend?
And so on, _ad infinitum_, like fleas with little fleas to bite 'em--that sort of thing--what?
Does that let me in?
I seem to qualify in a small-flealike way." "You bet you do, old chap! That's the spirit! Do you rush up and present my profound apologies to the ladies--important business matter.

I'll be getting out the buzz wagon.

You shall see Mary Selden.