"But,
oh, I say,--Will!"
"Yes."
"What's Spunk?"
"Eh?--oh--Great Scott! I forgot Spunk. I don't know. She's got a basket.
He's in that, I suppose. Anyhow, he can't be any more of a bombshell
than his mistress was. Now be quick, and none of your fooling, Bertram.
Tell them all--Pete and Dong Ling. Don't forget. I wouldn't have Billy
find out for the world! Fix it up with Kate. You'll have to fix it up
with her; that's all!" And there came the sharp click of the receiver
against the hook.
CHAPTER VII
INTRODUCING SPUNK
In the soft April twilight Cyril was playing a dreamy waltz when Bertram
knocked, and pushed open the door.
"Say, old chap, you'll have to quit your mooning this time and sit up
and take notice."
"What do you mean?" Cyril stopped playing and turned abruptly.
"I mean that Will has gone crazy, and I think the rest of us are going
to follow suit."
Cyril shrugged his shoulders and whirled about on the piano stool. In a
moment his fingers had slid once more into the dreamy waltz.
"When you get ready to talk sense, I'll listen," he said coldly.
"Oh, very well; if you really want it broken gently, it's this: Will has
met Billy, and Billy is a girl. They're due here now 'most any time."
The music stopped with a crash.
"A--GIRL!"
"Yes, a girl. Oh, I've been all through that, and I know how you feel.
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