Chapter 22

"Transfer to Ted, please. No argument! We've got a nice little job--possibly some sport. Read 'em, Ted--and business as usual. So long, boys! Phyllis and I are lunching with some awe-inspiring relatives." The group broke up as casually as it had formed, only Ted Jerningham remaining behind. And he was reading what looked like an ordinary letter. He read it through carefully six or seven times; then he placed it in the fire, watching it until it was reduced to ashes. A few minutes later he was sitting down t…