“Mr. Drene is very ill, I hear.”
“He is convalescent.”
“Did he ask you to call me?”
“Certainly.”
“Then—you are with him?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“In his apartment. I came downstairs to the janitor’s rooms. I am telephoning from there what he wished me to ask you.”
After a pause Graylock said: “Is his mind perfectly clear?”
“Perfectly, now.”