. The Saturday evening post. ing. His brain had twitched with im-patience for its usual routine fodder; and, besides, duringthe side trip to the shopping district Miss Paget had beenthinking primarily of bargains and not of Stephen. As he hurried past the switchboard operator he heardher saying that she had thought he must be ill or some-thing. Stephen frowned and went on to his private sanc-tum, where his secretary was fidgeting at a desk. Shesprang up to greet him. Oh, Mr. Benedict! Im so relieved! I was sure there was a wreck on the railroad. You never Anybody call up? inquired Stephen shor
. The Saturday evening post. ing. His brain had twitched with im-patience for its usual routine fodder; and, besides, duringthe side trip to the shopping district Miss Paget had beenthinking primarily of bargains and not of Stephen. As he hurried past the switchboard operator he heardher saying that she had thought he must be ill or some-thing. Stephen frowned and went on to his private sanc-tum, where his secretary was fidgeting at a desk. Shesprang up to greet him. Oh, Mr. Benedict! Im so relieved! I was sure there was a wreck on the railroad. You never Anybody call up? inquired Stephen important. But when half past nine came,and then ten oclock, and still you didnt ——-Anybody waiting? His secretary appraised his tone and became Hes been here all the was pawing over his mail. Whats he want?He wouldnt tell me. He said its a personal ! said Stephen. Insurance solicitor! Hellhave to wait. He selected a letter from the pile and (Continued on Page 46). Suddenly Stephens Heart Turned Over, for He Saw That Her Right Hand Hung Idly by Her Side, While Coolidges Left Hung Idly by His Side 6 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November 20,1920
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