"--_Enoch's
Diary_.
It rained the next day and the Secretary of the Interior and the
British Ambassador did not attempt the proposed ride. Enoch did his
usual half hour's work with the punching bag and reached his office
punctual to the minute, with his wonted air of lack of haste and
general physical fitness. Before he even glanced at his morning's
mail, he dictated a letter to Frank Allen.
"Dear Frank: Your letter roused a host of memories. Some day I shall
come to Bright Angel again and you and I will camp once more in the
bottom of the Canyon. Whatever success I have had in after life is due
to you and John Seaton. I wonder if you know that he has been dead for
twenty years and that his devoted wife survived him only by a year?
"I will do my best to carry out your request in regard to your daughter.
"Cordially and gratefully yours,
"ENOCH HUNTINGDON."
After he had finished dictating this, the Secretary stared out of the
window thoughtfully. Then he said, "Let me have that at once, Mr.
Abbott. Who is waiting this morning?"
"Mr. Reeves of Idaho. I made an appointment yesterday for the
delegation to meet you at nine-fifteen. Reeves has turned up alone.
He says the committee decided it would get further if you saw him
alone.
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