"I will talk with you again this afternoon. Till then, at least, keep your mouth shut and think. Think sensibly."
"Very good, sir."
Waiter No. 73 bowed gravely and left the bedroom.
CHAPTER XII
GRAPEFRUIT AND TELEGRAMS
When the door closed behind Simpson, Rockwell and Merriam naturally looked at each other.
"Poor fellow!" said Merriam.
In spite of himself his mind was visited by a tantalising recollection of Jennie's voice as it had come to him over the telephone. With no more evidence than that he was inclined to think that Simpson was right in saying that she would not have a waiter now. But it was impossible to speak of this to Rockwell.
The latter had apparently dismissed the incident and was looking at his watch.
"It's nearly eight o'clock," he said. "Put the rest of your things on and go down to Norman's rooms on the next floor. You're to have breakfast there with Miss Norman and Mrs. Norman. You'd better go down the stairs rather than in the elevator; you will be less likely to meet some one who will take you for the Senator. I am going to hunt up Dr. Hobart, the house physician here, and take him with me to this Madame Couteau's, or Jennie's, to see Norman. We must get him on his feet at once. A hotel physician will be the very man for that."