It's barely two hundred and fifty miles but the branch roads and changes make unendurable delay.

Shall I come for you in half an hour ?" Again Barrington gasped.

Again he whistled.

"Make it three quarters," he said, "and I think I can swing it." "You're a jewel for sense," Kenny told him, a passionate note of gratitude in his voice.

"I love you for it." He called Ann's studio at six.