Chapter 28: XXVIII

XXVIII “Ol—ol—howjer spell it, anyhow?” asked the tart young lady to whom Archer had pushed his wife’s telegram across the brass ledge of the Western Union office. “Olenska—O-len-ska,” he repeated, drawing back the message in order to print out the foreign syllables above May’s rambling script. “It’s an unlikely name for a New York telegraph office; at least in this quarter,” an unexpected voice observed; and turning around Archer saw Lawrence Lefferts at his elbow, pulling an impert…