ried a big, black-leather case. The case was opened, and the light fell on six long strings of perfect white pearls, each as big as a cherry.
"Those will do," said Mr. Dunbar.
The bony clerk, hugging the black case to his chest, took the first train for the country.
Then Mr. Dunbar bethought him of another person, and wrote:
Dearest Phylis: If there is anything that you can think of that you want, please let me know. I've just sent your mother some pearls. You must play the spy, and tell me if she really likes them. Answer by messenger.
Affectionately,
J. D.
This was sent out by another clerk.
Then Mr. Dunbar called up his own office by telephone and asked for Mr. Beauling. He laughed all over to hear one of his own office-boys inquire in a loud, squeaky voice:
