“What is it, is she worse?”
“No, but the doctor says, ‘telephone.’”
Floyd took up the receiver. What could Martin do in that room? “No! no!”
“Martin! Martin!” It came again, that cry; it was terrible.
Mary put the receiver in his hand. He called up the hotel.
The answer came, “Out.”
He tried the club.
“Yes, Mr. Steele was there.”
“Who is it?”
“Floyd.”