Will you go with me to this side entrance and examine the floor for yourself?
The condition of things under it I will ask you to take my word for; you will hardly wish to visit the cellar on an exploring expedition till you are reasonably assured of its necessity." His eye, which had grown curiously cold and unresponsive through this, turned from me toward the desk before which he had been sitting.

It was heaped high with a batch of unopened letters, and I could readily understand what was in his mind.
"You will be helping the mayor more by listening to me," I continued earnestly, "than by anything you can do here.

Believe me, Mr.Steele, I am no foolish, unadvised girl.

I know what I am talking about." He suppressed an impatient sigh and endeavored to show a proper appreciation of my own estimate of myself and the value of my communication.
"I am at your service," said he.
I wished he had been a little more enthusiastic, but, careful not to show my disappointment, I added, as I led the way to the door: "I wish we could think of some way of securing ourselves from interruption.

Nixon does not like me, and will be sure to interest himself in our movements if he sees us go down that hall together." "Is there any harm in that ?" "There might be.