"Jimmie boy!"

"Amy! You--you don't--"

"Of course I don't! Didn't I tell you so in my letter?"

"Yes, but--"

"Now, that isn't the way to talk, especially when I have come to bring
you good news."

"Good news? You mean your father--"

"Oh, it isn't about dad! I told you he was as firm a believer in you
as I am--that he said he'd 'go the limit,' if you know what that means,
to get you free. Jimmie boy, when dad likes a person he likes him!"

"I hope his daughter does the same."

"Don't you know--_Jimmie_ boy?"

The warden, the detective, the keeper and the lawyer--all now seemed
interested in that prosaic calendar.

Amy had had but little chance to speak to Darcy since, his arrest. In
police headquarters he was kept in seclusion except as to his lawyer,
and events had followed one another so rapidly that there had been no
other opportunity until now, though the girl had sent him a hasty note
in which she said she knew he was innocent and that everything possible