“I’m glad you think so,” she said slowly, giving him her direct gaze across the table, “but there were one or two things I didn’t quite like, Web. It seemed to me your young friend Tibbotts was a little _too_ conspicuous. I’m surprised that you let him come to the house. You couldn’t--you _wouldn’t_ have let him _know_ how the Illyrians came here? He really seemed to assume full charge of the party, and in the drawing room he was flirting outrageously with pretty Lois Hubbard, and kept her giggling when I’d asked her _specially_ to be nice to the Fourth Assistant Secretary, who’s a bachelor, you know. And if Mrs. Hubbard _knew_ we had introduced Lois to a boy from the racetrack----” “It would be awful,” said Webster with one of the elusive grins that always baffled her. “What would be awful?” she demanded. “Oh, nothing! I was thinking of Wrong Number and what a blow it would be if I should lose him. I must remember to raise his salary in the morning.” THE END. TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained.