"Mrs. Waddington is not at home," he said once more.
There was a pause.
"Nice morning," said George.
"The weather appears to be clement," agreed Ferris.
George then tumbled backwards down the steps, and the interview concluded.
CHAPTER FOUR
1
"Tell me all," said Hamilton Beamish.
George told him all. The unfortunate young man was still looking licked to a splinter. For several hours he had been wandering distractedly through the streets of New York, and now he had crawled into Hamilton Beamish's apartment in the hope that a keener mind than his own might be able to detect in the encompassing clouds a silver lining which he himself had missed altogether.
"Let me get this clear," said Hamilton Beamish. "You called at the house?"