“Thank you, sorr. But what can I do, sorr?”
“I’ll show you later on. In the mean time help me take the covers off this furniture and make the place look habitable. Hurry now, for I haven’t much time. That’s the idea––brisk. Switch on the hall lights––you can find the button. Then go upstairs and straighten my room.”
Gladwin stopped in his activities as if he had run against a wall.
“Your room, sorr?”
“Yes, at the head of the stairs, first door to the left. Then come back here and help me pack.”
CHAPTER XXVII.
MISADVENTURES OF WHITNEY BARNES.
Just as it had not occurred to Travers Gladwin to ask Michael Phelan to define the limits of his beat along Fifth avenue so it happened that Whitney Barnes went forth in search of his friend without even the vaguest notion of where he might be found.