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"I said typewriter," agreed Bones gravely "I aht dawned upon Hamilton

"You mean your secretary?"

"I mean my secretary," said Bones

"Good Heavens, Bones!" scoffed Hamilton "Of course I shan't bother

her She's your private secretary, and naturally I wouldn't think of

giving her work"

"Or orders," said Bones gently "That's a point, dear old thing I

si her orders I should

scream I'm perfectly certain I can trust you, Hairls, but there are tiirls?" said the wrathful Hamilton "What

the dickens do you know aboutdevil?"

Bones raised his hand

"We will not refer to the past," he said an to search his ed to our htly, "perlass-panelled door leading to the outer office, and

knocked discreetly, Ha the door after hiirl

"Dear young n of

his perturbation, "perallant and painstaking, jolly old Captain Ha typewriter, for Deuced Satisfactory Officer"

The girl, s, shook hands, and Hamilton for the first time looked

her in the face He had been areater intelligence than he had expected to find in so