It was such a satisfaction, Guy, to feel that
you were so solicitous for my safety, and I appreciate it, my dear, I
appreciate it. Meanwhile, you might wish to get busy as to my _alter
ego_. I saw her going up Sixteenth Street, as I was returning--a little
after eleven o'clock. Maybe _she_ needs assistance, Guy; you never can
tell. See you tomorrow, old enemy. Good-bye for tonight."
"I say--are you there, Madeline?" Harleston ejaculated; then asked
again. When no one answered he hung up the receiver and came from the
booth. Spencer, that time, had put one over him; two, maybe, for he
_was_ concerned about Mrs. Clephane. Spencer had gone without her
shadow, been free to transact her business, and returned--and all the
time she knew of passing him and his pursuit of her, and was enjoying
his discomfiture. To add a trifle more uneasiness, she had thrown in the
matter of Mrs. Clephane. Probably it was false; yet he could not be sure
and it troubled him. All of which, he was aware, Mrs. Spencer
intended--and took a devilish joy in doing.
Harleston made a couple of turns up and down the room; then he sat down
and drummed a bit on the table; finally he reached for the telephone. It
was very late, but he would call her--she would understand.
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