Then Enoch said, "Thank you,
Ames, I'll see you at nine o'clock to-morrow morning. Abbott, get the
White House for me and then go home to dinner."
A few minutes later Enoch was speaking to the President. "I have to
report victory, Mr. President, all along the line. . . . Yes, sir,
it's a long story and I want to tell it to you to-morrow, not to-night.
Mr. President, I'm going to find Miss Allen and dine with her,
to-night, if I have to take her from a state function. . . . Yes, you
may chuckle if you wish. I thought you'd understand. . . . Thank you!
Good night, Mr. President."
Enoch hung up the receiver and sat looking at the floor, his face as
white as marble. For five minutes he did not stir, then he heaved a
great sigh and the tense muscles of his face relaxed. He tossed back
the hair from his forehead, sprang to his feet and began to pace the
floor. After a short time of this, he rang for Jonas.
"Jonas, do you know where Miss Diana is stopping?"
Jonas did not seem to hear the question. He stood staring at Enoch
with eyes that seemed to start from their sockets.
"My Lordy, boss, what's happened? You look like I never hoped to see
you look!" Then he paused for he could not express what he saw in the
Secretary's shining eyes.
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