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[Another letter from Mr. Ribstone.]
Bonhomie Inn, April 24.
Dear Russell: Just got your wire. Congratulations! It reaches me on the brink of the altar myself. My Lord, man, you should have tipped me off beforehand. It wasn't necessary for both of us to get married in order to get wifely reactions on the Cubes. If I had known sooner—but anyhow, it's all arranged now.
Miss Balboa has just about convinced me that we will do well to accept Gray Matter's proposition. I wish I could consult you about this. Perhaps you had better get in touch with Gray and have the papers ready for signing when I get to the office.
We can exchange wedding presents later on. At the moment I'm too flustered to know just what happens next.
Yours, from the jumping-off place,
NICHOLAS RIBSTONE.