17. THE WOMAN FROM PESHAWAR
Barry Kirk answered the ring of the telephone the next morning at ten, and was greeted by a voice that, even over the wire, seemed to afford him pleasure.
“Good morning,” he said. “I’m glad to hear from you. This is what I call starting the day right.”
“Thanks ever so much,” Miss Morrow replied. “Now that your day has begun auspiciously, would you mind fading away into the background and giving Mr. Chan your place at the telephone?”
“What—you don’t want to talk to me?”
“I’m sorry—no. I’m rather busy to-day.”
“Well, I can take a hint as quickly as the next man. I know when I’m not wanted. That’s what you meant to convey, isn’t it—”
“Please, Mr. Kirk.”
“Here’s Charlie now. I’m not angry, but I’m terribly, terribly hurt—” He handed the telephone to Chan.
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