Garrison drew up a chair before the desk.
At the door the hotel-boy appeared abruptly.
"Telegram for you, Mr. Garrison," he said. "Been at the office about an hour, but nobody knew where you was."
Garrison took it and tore it open. It read:
"Return as soon as possible. Important.
"DOROTHY."
"Any answer?" inquired the boy.
"No," said Garrison. "What's the next train for New York?"
"Eleven-forty-five," answered the boy. "Goes in fifteen minutes."
"All right. Have my suit-case down at the office."