"Anything I do can be made public, Phil.

You say that you believe the lower chords are showing strain, and that even the workmen have been talking about it, and yet you've gone on adding weight." "I'm sorry, Mr.Alexander, but I had counted on your getting here yesterday.

My first telegram missed you somehow.

I sent one Sunday evening, to the same address, but it was returned to me." "Have you a carriage out there?
I must stop to send a wire." Alexander went up to the telegraph-desk and penciled the following message to his wife:-- I may have to be here for some time.

Can you come up at once?
Urgent.
BARTLEY.
The Moorlock Bridge lay three miles above the town.