Diana laughed, and so did Abbott. Enoch's even white teeth flashed for
a moment.
"I wish I had time to join you," he said. "What I want to suggest, Mr.
Watkins, is that you see if Miss Allen will qualify to take care of
some of the research work you received an appropriation for the other
day. You were speaking to Abbott, I think, of the difficulty of
finding people with authentic knowledge of the Indians."
The Indian Commissioner nodded and tucked Diana's portfolio under his
arm. "Come along, Miss Allen!"
Diana rose. "If we don't leave now, I have an idea we will be asked to
do so," she said, the corners of her mouth deepening suddenly. "What
happens if one doesn't leave when requested?"
"One is cast in a dungeon, deep under the Capitol building," replied
Enoch, holding out his hand.
Diana laughed. "Thank you for seeing me and helping me, Mr.
Huntingdon," she said, and a moment later Jonas closed the door behind
her and the Commissioner.
"How come that young lady to stay so long, Mr. Abbott?" Jonas asked
Charley in a low voice, as he helped the young man bring in a huge pile
of Reclamation reports.
"Did you get a good look at her, Jonas?" demanded Abbott in the same
tone.
"Yes," replied Jonas.
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