“Now, son, we’ll go up,” he said to the boy who, remembering us, and now not at all clear in his mind that he might not have seen us before that, whisked us to the tenth floor.
“Let me see,” said Kennedy, “it’s number one hundred and—er——”
“Three,” prompted the boy.
He pressed the buzzer and a neatly dressed colored maid responded.
“I had an appointment here with Mrs. Moulton this morning,” remarked Kennedy.
“She has just gone,” replied the maid, off her guard.
“And was to meet Mr. Schloss here in half an hour,” he added quickly.
It was the maid’s turn to look surprised.
“I didn’t think he was to be here,” she said. “He’s had some—”
“Trouble at the office,” supplied Kennedy. “That’s what it was about. Perhaps he hasn’t been able to get away yet. But I had the appointment. Ah, I see a telephone in the hall. May I?”