He was irritated to the last degree when he finally emerged upon the sidewalk again, cramming his mail into his pockets.

One cause of his bad temper was the fact that in the bundle of Quien Sabe letters was one to Hilma Tree in a man's handwriting.
"Huh!" Annixter had growled to himself, "that pip Delaney.

Seems now that I'm to act as go-between for 'em.

Well, maybe that feemale girl gets this letter, and then, again, maybe she don't." But suddenly his attention was diverted.

Directly opposite the Post Office, upon the corner of the street, stood quite the best business building of which Bonneville could boast.