“Ah, my friend,” he said. “And how are you this bright and cheerful morning?” Casey blinked and dropped on the nearest chair. He screwed his brows down and eyed Logan aslant. When the lieutenant began to arrange things on his desk to the accompaniment of a soft whistle Casey gave up. “What is this?” he said. “You been eating those vitamin pills?” “It is a bright and cheerful morning, isn’t it?” “Maybe you got this case all wrapped up,” Casey said. That stopped the whistling. Logan looked at him. “There you go,” he said. “Always belittling.” “Give out,” said Casey. “And where are you going?” “I thought I’d call on Mrs. Stanford Endicott shortly.” “Oh-oh.” Casey grinned. “So that check I gave you was something.” “It was indeed.” Casey sighed. “Now wait,” he said. “Relax. Quit talking like Philo Vance. This is old Casey, the guy that gave you the lead. Keep it simple and unaffected.” “Okay,” he said finally. “In this business a lot of things can happen in a very short time—thank God—and some of the leg work we’ve been doing is starting to shape up.
