but you will find that they fit in excellently with your gown. I'll bring them with me when I call for you"
"And I'll tender fitting thanks then. One thing more: Henry Gramont is going to see you after luncheon, I think—on business. And I want you to be nice to him, Uncle Jachin."
"Most assuredly," said the other, drily. "I should like to be associated in business with that young man. The firm would prosper."
"Will you stop laughing at me? Then I'll ring off—good-bye!"
And, smiling, she hung up the receiver.
Ten minutes later, when Gramont and Miss Ledanois entered the waiting car, Hammond saw the boxes that they carried. He stood beside the open door, paralyzed, his eyes fastened on the boxes, his mouth agape.
"To the postoffice, sergeant," said Gramont, then affected to observe his stupefaction. "Why, what's the matter?"
Hammond met his twinkling eyes, saw the laughter of Lucie, and swallowed hard.
"I—er—nothing at all, cap'n," he answered, hoarsely. "A—a little chokin' spell, that's all. Postoffice? Yes, sir."
