Secretary. I wouldn't connect in
here while the President was here. Mr. Fowler wants to speak to you,
hisself, before he catches a train."
"I'll go into your office to get it, Abbott," said Enoch. "May I
detain you, a moment, Mr. President? Mr. Fowler wants to speak to me."
The President raised his eyebrows with a little smile. "Yes, if you
tell me what's happened to Fowler."
Enoch's smile was twisted as he went out. Milton immediately began to
speak.
"Mr. President, can't you make Mr. Huntingdon tell about his vacation?"
The chief executive shook his head. "Perhaps it's not best. Perhaps
he did have a lapse into his boyhood habits. Not that it makes any
difference to me."
"No! No! Mr. President. I know--" began Charley.
But Milton interrupted, "Mr. President, he was with me and part of the
time Miss Diana Allen, a wonderful woman, was with us. And Mr.
Huntingdon is afraid they'll turn their dirty tongues on her."
The President's face lighted as if he had received good news. "Really!
With you!"
"Yes, with me for a week and more. And I want to tell you, sir, that
for nerve and endurance and skill in a boat and as a pal and friend
under life and death conditions I've never seen any one to surpass him.
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