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The door of the private office opened and after a moment closed It

was, in fact, the private door of the private office, reserved

exclusively for the use of the Managing Director of Scheranted the privilege of

ingress and egress through that sacred portal, and Mr Tibbetts, yclept

Bones, crouching over his desk, the ferocity of his countenance

intensified by the monocle which was screwed into his eye, and the

terrific importance of his correspondence revealed by his disordered

hair and the red tongue that followed the movements of his pen, did not

look up

"Put it down, put it down, young miss," he murmured, "on the table, on

the floor, anywhere"

There was no answer, and suddenly Bones paused and scowled at the

half-written sheet before hiht" He shook his head "I don't knohat's

co over me Do you spell 'cynical' with one 'k' or two?"

Bones looked up

He saw a brown-faced

overcoat, carrying a grey silk hat in his hand

"Pardon nity, "this is a

private----" Then his jaw dropped and he leant on the desk for

support "Not my---- Good heavens!" he squeaked, and then leapt