Chapter 19

"Couldn't you, indeed?" The young man threw back his head and laughed. "There's a blister for my pride. I thought I possessed an enunciation equal to that of the best auctioneer in Cherry Hills, and could knock down the morning to any chance listener. As a matter of fact, the listener wasn't a chance one, for I spied you before I began, and was singing especially with the idea of making you a customer." "Dallas Hunt!" exclaimed a sharp voice behind him in the room, its horrified intonation easily reaching Jo's ears…