He did
not speak as the two walked rapidly to the station. Diana was standing
by a cab near the main entrance.
"This is good of you, Mr. Huntingdon," she said gravely, shaking hands.
"Thank you, Jonas!" She entered the cab and Enoch followed her.
"Let me have your suitcase check, boss." Jonas held out a black hand
that still shook a little.
"I'll get Miss Allen to drop me at the house, Jonas," said Enoch.
Jonas nodded and heaved a great sigh as the cab started off.
"How did you come to do it?" asked Enoch, looking strangely at Diana.
"I heard you were in New York, Mr. Secretary. Jonas called me up!"
"Jonas had no business to do so. I am humiliated beyond words!"
Enoch spoke with a dreary sort of hopelessness.
"I thought we were friends," said Diana calmly. "It isn't as if we
hadn't known each other and all about each other since childhood. You
must not say a word against Jonas."
"How could I? He is my guardian angel," said Enoch.
Diana went on still in the commonplace tone of the tea table. "I want
to apologize for my fit of temper, Mr. Secretary. I was very stupid
and I'm thoroughly ashamed of myself. You may tell me anything you
please!"
"I don't deserve it!" Enoch spoke abruptly.
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