"In there," said Dr. Ferris.
"I'll just introduce myself," said the Jew, "and tell him what's up. He must be in a most unpleasant state of mind."
To Wilmot there appeared the figure of a little stout man with red hair and a pug nose, who was dripping wet, and who smiled in an engaging fashion.
"You're safe as you'd be in your own house," said the kindly Jew; "no ether--no amputation--no nothing. And here's a note from Miss Barbara. I'm dripping wet, but I guess the ink hasn't run so's you can't read it."
Wilmot read his note, and a great light of happiness came into his eyes,
"After a while," said Lichtenstein, "I'll hunt up more clothes for you, and you can jump into a car and run out to Clovelly. Don't let Miss Barbara see you in that beard, though."
"I won't," said Wilmot. "Tell me what's happened. Has Blizzard been arrested? You're--"
"I'm Abe Lichtenstein--"
"Good Lord!" exclaimed Wilmot, "if I'd only gone straight to you--"
"If you had you might never have known that Beauty would have married the Beast--just to save young Mr. Allen pain. But why come to me?"