"I knew you were
coming," she replied simply.
"But how could you know? I didn't telegraph because I wanted to
surprise my father, and the instant the boat touched the dock, I went
overside and came directly here. I didn't even wait for the crew to
run out the gangplank--so I know nobody could have told you I was
due."
"That is quite right, Mr. Bryce. Nobody told me you were coming, but
I just knew, when I heard the Noyo whistling as she made the dock,
that you were aboard, and I didn't look up when you entered the
office because I wanted to verify my--my suspicion."
"You had a hunch, Moira. Do you get those telepathic messages very
often?" He was crossing the office to shake her hand.
"I've never noticed particularly--that is, until I came to work here.
But I always know when you are returning after a considerable
absence." She gave him her hand. "I'm so glad you're back."
"Why?" he demanded bluntly.
She flushed. "I--I really don't know, Mr. Bryce."
"Well, then," he persisted, "what do you think makes you glad?"
"I had been thinking how nice it would be to have you back, Mr.
Bryce. When you enter the office, it's like a breeze rustling the
tops of the Redwoods. And your father misses you so; he talks to me a
great deal about you. Why, of course we miss you; anybody would.
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