It was very late, or rather very early, and we determined to
snatch a few moments of sleep at the Old Tavern before the rest of
the world awoke to the new day. It was only a couple of hours that
we could spare, but it was absolutely necessary.
In spite of our fatigue, we were up again early and after another
try at the phony 'phone which told us that only the men were
working in the garage, we were on our way up to Garrick's
apartment.
We had scarcely entered when the telephone boy called up to say
that there was a Mr. Warrington on long distance trying to get us.
Garrick eagerly asked to have him put on our wire.
Warrington, it seemed, had been informed of the fire by one of his
agents and was inquiring anxiously for details, especially about
the letter. Garrick quickly apologised for not calling up himself,
and relieved his anxiety by assuring him that the letter was safe.
"And how are you?" he asked of Warrington.
"Convalescing rapidly," laughed back the patient, to whom the loss
of anything was a mere bagatelle beside the letter.
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