"Florence Aylmer."
"What does the girl mean?" he said to himself. "Really, at the present moment, the most annoying part of all is the fact that I have not received the manuscript. The printers are waiting for it. The new number of the Argonaut will be nothing without it. The story was advertised in the last number, and all our readers will expect it."
A clerk came in at that moment.
"Has Miss Aylmer's manuscript come, sir?" he said. "The printers are waiting for it."
"The printers must wait, Dawson; I shall be going to see Miss Aylmer and will bring the manuscript back. Here, hand me a telegram form. I want to send a wire in a hurry."
The clerk did so. Franks dictated a few words aloud: "Will call to see you at twelve o'clock. Please remain in."
He gave the man Florence's address, and he departed with the telegram. Franks looked up at the clock.
He thought for a little longer. Anderson opened the door of his room and called him.
"Is that you, Franks?"
"Yes, sir."