He scorned cards while he was with us. We had no liquor. We admired
him beyond words and had no idea who he was."
"No!" cried the President, delightedly. "Why, there must be a real
story in this! Go on with it, Milton! Enoch," as the Secretary came
in, "I'm winning the truth out of your old cruising pal, here!"
"I can't help it, Mr. Huntingdon!" cried Milton as Enoch turned toward
him indignantly. "Miss Diana said this noon that if you didn't tell
the story, she would."
"There you are!" exclaimed the President. "Wouldn't you know she'd
take it that way? And on second thoughts I think I'd rather hear the
story from her than any one else."
"But she can't tell you about the voyage, sir," protested Milton.
"That's true," agreed the President. "I shall have to arrange one of
my choice little dinners and have you and Miss Diana Allen there to pad
out the Secretary's account." Then, with a sudden change of voice, he
walked over to Enoch and put his hand on the younger man's shoulder.
Abbott nodded to Milton and the two slipped out.
"You are a bit twisted about women, dear old man! Come, you must let
Milton put out the right kind of a denial of Brown's story."
"Brown will put the denial out for himself," said Enoch sternly.
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