"
"All right! Thanks, boss! You're simply great!"
Mickey took the taxi and convinced the driver he was in a hurry. He danced
in the elevator, ran down the hall, and into Mr. Minturn's door. There he
stopped abruptly, for he faced Miss Winton and Mrs. Minturn, whose paling
face told Mickey that he was stamped on her memory as she was on his. He
pulled off his cap, and spoke to Mr. Minturn.
"Could I see you a minute?" he asked.
"Certainly! Step this way. Excuse us ladies."
Mickey showed the letter, told what had caused it to be written, and that
he had gone to Mr. Chaffner instead of delivering it, and what
instructions had been given him there. Mr. Minturn picked up the telephone
and called Mr. Chaffner. When he got him he merely said: "This is Minturn.
What's the amount, and where does he bank his funds? Thank you very much
indeed."
Then he looked at Mickey. "Till noon did you say?"
"Yes," cried Mickey breathlessly, "and 'tisn't so long!"
"No," said Mr. Minturn, "it isn't. Ask Mrs.
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