CHAPTER V
A SENTIMENTAL EPISODE
Kendricks was waiting below in the taxicab, leaning back in the corner with his feet upon the opposite seat, and smoking his very disreputable pipe with an air of serene content.
"Sorry to have turned you out into the street like this," Julien remarked.
"Thank you," Kendricks replied, "under the circumstances I preferred the street."
Julien hesitated for a moment and glanced at his watch.
"There is one more call that I must pay, David," he said. "You won't mind, will you? We've plenty of time."
"Mind? Of course not," Kendricks answered, stretching himself out in the cab. "Do what you please with me, only leave an hour or an hour and a half for dinner. I am the best-tempered person in the world so long as no one interferes with my regular meal hours."
"It's just a little farewell call," Julien explained, "that I want to pay. I've told the man where to go."
Kendricks nodded silently. He knew all about that little call, but if he felt any sympathy he was careful not to show it. They drew up in a few minutes before a large and solemn-looking house at the corner of Hamilton Place.