“Good! I’ll tell him to get the three forty-five out of Broad Street. That ought to get him up there about half past four. How’s Jack?”
“Fine and dandy as usual.”
“That’s good. I’ll try and run down in a few days myself. Mighty busy just now. Won’t keep you out of that downy cot any longer. Remember me to Jack. Bye-bye.”
“Who was it?” Jack asked as soon as Bob had reported his return to the corridor and re-entered the room.
“Rex. He says a man named Stokes is coming down tomorrow afternoon to see us.”
“What does he want?”
“Rex wouldn’t say.”
“Then I reckon we’ll have to wait and see.”
“Your reckoner is right on the job this time all right,” Bob laughed as he began to undress. “But you’d better get a hustle on or you’ll have to undress in the dark. It’s five minutes to ten now.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Jack grinned as he pulled off his blouse. But before he had time to get into his pajamas a light tap sounded on the door and the aid called softly: