"No, we mustn't have that!" echoed Teddie, mysteriously comforted by the masterfulness of this new-found sage who could achieve such a cool-headed and clear-eyed view of the entire tangled-up muddle. It took a load off her mind, to know that she had some one so adroit and dependable as Gerry to stand beside her in this fight against the forces of evil. She felt sorry, in fact, that she hadn't come to Gerry in the first place. Then she felt rather glad in remembering that since she had come to him, she hadn't come looking like a frump.
"So the best thing you can do, Teddie," her new-found adviser was saying to her, "is to leave this entirely in my hands for a day or two. All I'm going to ask you to do is to keep mum, to sit tight. Before the week-end, I feel sure, we'll have the whole thing straightened out. And, by the way, what's the name and address of your prize-fighter's lady friend?"
He remained solemnity incarnate as he jotted Ruby Reamer's name and address down on his scratch-pad.
