"Monsieur Brissot," explained Mr. Matthews, "is a Belgian diamond
cutter who has just come to this country. He seems to be suspicious
of everybody, and, I fear, does not always use judgment in his
handling of such matters. I am grateful, however, for the interest he
takes in my business, and trust you young people will overlook his
excess of zeal."
Mr. Matthews showed them to the door, and as by this time the
reporters were well away intent on other affairs, they went out of
the building in the regular way-a more seemly way than scuttling down
fire escapes and breaking into jewelry shops, so Betty declared.
"Well, good gracious!" observed Bobby, when they were once outside.
"If this hasn't been an exciting morning! First we get nearly killed,
then we're rescued, and next we're almost arrested."
They boarded a street car and went to the Bureau of Engraving and
Printing, where they spent an interesting afternoon touring the
immense plant, the best equipped of its kind in the world.
The recital of their adventures at the dinner table that night
provoked mingled merriment and concern.
"Never mind, it will teach 'em self-reliance," Mr. Littell insisted,
when his wife protested that the girls would have to be more closely
chaperoned on subsequent trips.
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