"Where?"
"About all over the lot," was the languid response.
"I asked you where?"
"Well, Odessa, Budapest, Palermo, Petersburg, Rome, the Riviera, Paris, Ostend, Amsterdam, the"
"That'll do!" cut in the man at the desk.
"Quite some little pilgrim, ain't I? the trim-figured young woman in the Bendel hat had the effrontery to ask.
The man at the desk fingered a paper-weight fashioned from an old coin-die of the Philadelphia Mint.
"Supposing you tell me what you know about this Fletcher report leak," he quietly suggested.
There was a rustle of silk as Sadie Wimpel crossed her knees.
"Admir'l Fletcher roped out a Navy report showin' how and why a foreign fleet could land in the United States. Sen'tor Lodge s'bmitted that report to the Senate. But before doin' it he told 'em the report ought 'o be printed in confidence, as they put it, and the motion was carried. Secret'ry Daniels, yuh see, didn't want any foreign guy gettin'
