"Say, Bess was trying to get you by 'phone this morning."
"Is that so?" said Marriott in a disappointed tone. "I was in court all morning."
"Well, she said she'd give it up. She said that old man Koerner had left the hospital and gone home. He sent word to her that he wanted to see you."
"Oh, yes," said Marriott, "about that case of his. I must attend to that, but I've been so busy." He glanced at his disordered desk, with its hopeless litter of papers. "Let's see," he went on meditatively, "I guess"--he thought a moment, "I guess I might as well go out there this afternoon as any time. How far is it?"
"Oh, it's 'way out on Bolt Street."
"What car do I take?"
"Colorado Avenue, I think. I'll go 'long, if you want me."
"I'll be delighted," said Marriott. He thought a moment longer, then closed his desk, and said, "We'll go now."
When they got off the elevator twelve floors below, Dick said:
"I've got to have a drink before I start. Will you join me?"