Besides, I have an errand. Stop at the Marion
_Monitor_ office, Wallace!"
The city certainly offered no cause for alarm when they traversed the
streets of the business district. Nobody was in sight; they did not see
even a patrolman.
"The bees seem to have hived all of a sudden," remarked young Daunt. "All
fizz, as I told you, and now the fizz has fizzled."
When the car stopped in front of the newspaper office Lana asked her
guests to wait in the automobile. "That is, if you don't mind!" Then Miss
Corson revealed a bit of nerve strain; she allowed herself to copy some of
the sarcasm that was characteristic of Doris Stanton. "One of those old
friends whom we have been discussing so pleasantly this evening, Doris, is
the city editor of the _Monitor_. Gossipy, of course, from the nature of
his business. But I'm sure that he'll gossip more at his ease if there are
no strangers present."
Coventry had opened the door of the car. Lana hastened past him and
disappeared in the building.
"Dorrie, I'm afraid you are overtraining Lana," the brother complained. "I
have never heard her speak like that before."
"I'm giving her special training for a special occasion which will present
itself very soon, I hope.
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