[CHAPTER XV]
“THORNTON’S NEST”
DOUGLAS, suitcase in hand, ran across Seventeenth Street in time to catch a Georgetown car. As he paid the conductor he heard his name called and, glancing down the half empty car, saw Captain Chisholm seated at the farther end and beckoning to him. He made his way down the center aisle and joined the Englishman.
“Can you dine with me, Douglas?” asked Chisholm, making room for him on the narrow seat.
“Ask me some other time, old man, I am dining with Colonel Thornton to-night.”
“Then suppose we make it Monday night at the Metropolitan Club?”
“Thanks, I will. At what hour?”
“Eight o’clock. I was sorry to miss you when you called this afternoon, Douglas.”
“How did you know I had been to see you, Chisholm?” in surprise. “The telephone girl told me you were out.”
“I stopped for a moment at the Rochambeau and found your card in my letter box. I am on my way to the embassy now. Washington seems to agree with you, Douglas,” eying his companion with interest. “I never saw you looking better.”
“Happiness is a great health restorer,” laughed Douglas.