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 many shares of such and such a stock, it meant the arrival or departure of such and such a boat from such and such a point."

It was Sadie who spoke next.

"Yuh're the first Navy man I ever heard speak of 'em as boats!" she murmured as she looked up at him with languidly drooping lashes.

"I'm sorry to give offense!" was Andelman's acidulated retort. But the languid-eyed girl made note of the fact that the dart had not missed its mark.

"Oh, it ain't offensive," she lazily acknowledged. "It's only funny!" Then, seeing Wilsnach's reproving eye on her, and misjudging the cause of that critical side-glance, she cried in hasty amendment: "It isn't offensive!"

"And what was the data you were to present to me?" inquired Kestner, as he squeezed a slice of lemon over his Blue Points.

Andelman looked at him for a silent moment.

"My first duty was to learn from you just what progress you have been making."

"Progress in what?"

"In tracing out the different leaks from our two Departments."