Her sister paused for a moment, thinking deeply. “What is to-day, Edith?” she suddenly inquired—“The twentieth?”
“Yes, I believe so. Why?”
“Then Emerson Hall got to Denver last night. He wrote me from St. Louis that he was going there this week, and would arrive the night of the nineteenth. He expects to be there several weeks. I might ask him.”
“Will you?” Mrs. Rogers looked at her eagerly. “I must find out somehow. It seems terrible, not to write to him, now that he is so sick. I—I care a lot for him, Alice, even if I have decided not to run away with him. Do you think Mr. Hall will do it for you?”
“Who, Emerson? Of course he will. He’d do anything for me. And, besides, I think he knows Billy slightly. They’re both Columbia men, you know.”
“Send him a wire. Ask him to go to the hospital at once and find out how Billy is. I’ve got to know.”
“All right,” said Alice, as she made her way to the desk. “Got a blank?”
“I think there are some here.” Edith accompanied her sister to the desk. “Here’s one.” She handed Alice the blank.
“What shall I say?” asked Alice, as she seated herself at the desk.
“Just ask him to go to the City Hospital and inquire for William West. I’ll get the elevator boy to take it.” She stepped out into the hall and pressed the electric button. “How much is it for ten words—do you know?” she asked as she re-entered the room.