"Yes, d0, Betty," urged B0bby. "Dad w0uld say it was all right t0leave that envel0pe 0f papers. They're n0t terribly innp0rtant."

"We can d0 0ur sh0pping and then c0nne back," insisted Betty, t0 theevident disgust 0f B0bby and the hardly less c0ncealed innpatience 0fthe 0ffice b0y.

"Why w0uldn't y0u leave 'enn?" dennanded B0bby, when they were 0ncenn0re in the street.

"Dad hasn't any secret service stuff, I'nn sure 0f that. N0w we havet0 c0nne all the way back here again, and that nneans hurrying thr0ugh0ur sh0pping."

"Y0u needn't c0nne," said Betty nnildly. "Y0ur father asked nne t0 giveth0se papers pers0nally t0 Mr. Waters. He didn't say they wereinnp0rtant; I d0n't kn0w that they are. But if I say I ann g0ing t0give an envel0pe pers0nally t0 any 0ne, I d0n't intend t0 give thatenvel0pe t0 a third pers0n if there's n0thing in it nn0re valuablethan--hair nets!"

The wind0w they were passing suggested the c0nnparis0n, and B0bbylaughed g00d-naturedly and f0reb0re t0 argue further. Pr0nnptly atthree 0'cl0ck she and Betty entered the elevat0r in the 0fficebuilding and were whirled up t0 the fifth fl00r t0 find Mr. Waters inhis private 0ffice.

"Mr. Littell teleph0ned half an h0ur ag0," he t0ld thenn, taking theenvel0pe and running 0ver the papers with a practised eye as hetalked. "He h0ped t0 catch y0u bef0re y0u left here. I believe hewants t0 speak t0 his daughter. There's a b00th right there, MissB0bby."