"What are you going to do with it?"
"Write down what Professor Green has just said in my notebook. I think some day it may come in handy."
"You mean as a warning to all young authors?" questioned the professor.
"Oh, no, I think I may have my characters all sitting around a table at a hotel in Charleston and gradually work up to the point and have some one get it off."
And Mrs. Green, also an advocate of the notebook system as a memory jogger, applauded me for my sauciness to her wise husband.
CHAPTER XI
THE GUITAR
"Page," whispered Dee to me, "do you know, I can't sleep tonight unless I know that the awful rope hanging to that chandelier has been taken away. I have a terrible feeling that Louis might get despondent again and go back there and try to do the same thing. I can't call the thing by name—it seems so horrible."