Mr. Secretary, can't
something be done to shut him off?"
"Yes," replied Enoch, sternly. The two men were silent for a moment,
then Enoch said with a sudden lighting of his blue eyes. "Where are
you stopping, old man."
"I haven't located the cheapest hotel in Washington yet. When I do,
that'll be where I'll stop. You remember we used to speak our minds on
the salaries the Department paid."
"I remember," chuckled Enoch. "Well, Milton, the cheapest stopping
place in Washington is over at Judge Smith's place. I believe you have
the address. By the way, have you seen Jonas?"
"No, but I want to," replied Milton.
Enoch pressed the button, and Jonas' black head popped in at the door.
As his eyes fell on Milton, they began to bulge.
"The Lord have mercy! How come you didn't tell me, boss--" he began.
Then he rushed across the room and shook hands. "Mr. Milton, I'd
rather see you than my own brother. Did you find any pieces of the
Na-che?"
"No, Jonas, but I've got some fine pictures in my trunk of you shooting
rapids in the old boat."
"No! My Lordy! Where's your trunk, Mr. Milton?"
"Jonas," said Enoch, "you get Mr. Milton's trunk check and--but he says
he's going to a hotel."
Jonas looked at Milton, indignantly.
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