valuable and they must be delivered promptly and to the right addresses."
"I'll be careful," Harold promised. "But don't I get a gun so I can protect myself from bandits? All the bank messengers carry guns."
"No, you won't need that," smiled Mr. Talbott, "though these papers are worth a lot of money. Now you'd better get going, and be back here as soon as you can and I'll have more work for you to do."
"O.K.," Speedy sang out and clipped the chain to his belt and placed the wallet carefully in his inside pocket.
Two of the addresses on the envelopes were uptown and it was noon before Harold again reported to Mr. Talbott. He had performed his tasks perfectly and was quite proud of himself.
"Get your lunch now and be back here in an hour," ordered Mr. Talbott.
On the way down Broad Street to his favorite cafeteria, Harold again bought a paper from the red-headed newsboy on the corner and read the baseball gossip over his pea soup and ham sandwich.
After lunch there was another flock of envelopes to deliver. Harold made good speed with these. At four o'clock he again stood in front of the office manager and inquired for more work.
"Good work," Mr. Talbott said heartily. "Keep that up and we'll soon have a more important assignment for you around here."
The office manager regarded Speedy thoughtfully. Then his cold gray eyes flitted to a daintily wrapped package reposing upon the chaste glass top of his
