"Yes! A great one! Biggest one in ten years!" said the boy. "He loved it
so, that me trying to pry him loose from it was about like working to move
the Iriquois Building with a handspike. All he'd promise that first trip
was that if I'd come and tell him when I saw you'd got into trouble, he'd
_see_ what he could do."
"Wanted to pump you for material for his scoop, I suppose?" commented
Douglas.
"Wope! Wope! Back up!" warned Mickey. "He didn't pump me a little bit, and
he didn't _try_ to. He told me nearly three weeks ago just what _would_
happen about now, as he had things doped out, and they have. I didn't
_think_ that letter should be delivered this morning, 'cause you had no
business in 'darling old Daddy's' office if he said 'stay out.'" In came
Mickey's best flourish. "_Why he mightn't a-been ready!_" he exclaimed.
"He had his friend to help you remember, I heard Miss Leslie tell you he
did. And she told him to. She told you he could have what she had, you
remember of course. He might a-had to use some of his office money real
quick, to save a friend that he _had_ to save if it took all he had and
all Miss Leslie had; and _that_ was right.
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