CHAPTER XX

"T'ch! t'ch!" said Mr. Pond, clicking his tongue against his denture. Miss Murchison looked up from her typewriter. "Is anything the matter, Mr. Pond?" "No, nothing," said the head-clerk, testily. "A foolish letter from a foolish member of your sex, Miss Murchison." "That's nothing new." Mr. Pond frowned, conceiving the tone of his subordinate's voice to be impertinent. He picked up the letter and its enclosure and took them into the inner office. Miss Murchison nipped swiftly across to his desk and glanced at the …