“It looks quite a bit like the end to me,” replied Kenyon.
XXIV
CONCLUSION
“And so they were married and lived happily ever afterwards.”
—The End of Any Good Story.
Garry Webster and Philip Austin were at dinner in the former’s apartments some few nights later, when Kenyon was announced.
“Have a bite, old boy,” Webster incited. “We have some little things here that I know you’ll appreciate.”
“Thanks, no; I’ve only stopped in to keep you from bothering me upon that confounded telephone of yours. I’ve not had a restful moment at my apartments for days. I’ve either been forced to listen to your frantic calls, or been in constant expectation of their renewal, every moment of the time I’ve been home.”
Webster grinned.
“Oh, well, you know,” said he, “it’s nothing but natural curiosity. I only wanted to know any little thing you’d found out.”
After he had put down his hat, overcoat, gloves, and stick, Kenyon turned his back to Webster’s ruddy log fire and looked comfortable.