Griswold took the note and pocketed it without comment and without looking at it.
"Were you going to Doctor Bertie's?" he asked.
"I was. Have you any objection?"
"Not the least in the world. It's a good place for you to go just now, and I guess you are the right man for the place. Good-night."
At the next corner where there was an electric light, Griswold stopped and opened the monogrammed envelope. The enclosure was a single sheet of perfumed note-paper upon which, without date, address or signature was written the line:
"Mr. Galbraith is better—and he is grateful."