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“What if ere to promise that in six s have settled down? You can still work and be married”

“Oh, Isaac, that would be wonderful I soof Picture World”

The bells of the Magneta Clock began to strike four o‘clock

“I e had more time,” she said sadly

It seemed to Bell like only minutes since they had sat down “I’ll drive you to your office”

He noticed that Lillian Hennessy was looking pointedly the other way as they left the lobby But Mrs Comden parted her lips in a discreet sain, forcibly, by the wohter

A fire-engine-red, gasoline-powered Locomobile racer was parked directly in front of the St Francis It was ht headla s dire punish brass eagle atop its radiator, much less breathe near its red leather seats

“You got your race car back! It’s beautiful,” said Marion, showing her delight

Bell’s beloved Locomobile had been beaten half to death by a five-hundred-o, with the loco over California’s rock-strewn dirt roads A race, Bell rerim smile, that he had won His trophy had been the arrest of the Butcher Bandit at gunpoint

“As soon as the factory rebuilt it, I had it shipped out here froeport, Connecticut Hop in”

Bell leaned past the big steering wheel to turn the ignition switch on the wooden dashboard He set the throttle and spark levers Then he pumped the pressure tank The doorman offered to crank the ht depot where Bell had taken delivery, the four-cylinder engine thundered to life on the first heave Bell advanced the spark and eased the throttle As he reached to release the brake, he beckoned the s-eyed

“Can you giveher horn!”

The boy squeezed the big rubber horn bulb with both hands The Locohorn Boys scattered The car lurched ahead Marion laughed and leaned across the gas tank to hold Bell’s ar around straining horse carts and streetcars and thundering past slower automobiles

As they pulled up in front of the twelve-story, steel-fra that housed the San Francisco Inquirer, Bell spotted the last parking space left by the curb A fair-haired gent in an open Rolls-Royce veered toward it, blowing his horn

“Oh, there’s Preston! You can meet him”