“Thank you; I shall feel relieved. Of course you can communicate with his friends and arrange to have him carried home.”
“Yes, sir; I live at his house.”
“That is well.”
They had turned down Bleecker Street, when it occurred to Phil to say:
“I don't understand how Mr. Carter should be in this neighborhood.”
“That is something I can't explain, as I know nothing about his affairs,” said the stranger pleasantly. “Perhaps he may have property on the street.”
“I don't think so. I attend to much of his business, and he would have sent me if there had been anything of that kind to attend to.”
“I dare say you are right,” said his companion.
“Of course I know nothing about it. I only formed a conjecture.”
“Has a physician been sent for?” asked Phil.