“No, you little wretch! Oh, Thessa, you’re certainly a piker! Fancy my not hearing one word from you since April!—not a whisper, not a sign to tell me that you are alive——”
“Garry, hush! It was not because I did not wish to see you——”
“Yes, it was! You knew bally well that I hadn’t your address and that you had mine! Is that what you call friendship?”
“You don’t understand what you are saying. I wanted to see you. It has been impossible——”
“You are not singing and dancing anywhere in New York. I watched the papers. I even went to the Palace of Mirrors to enquire if you had signed with them there.”
“Wait! Be careful, please!——”
“Why?”
“Be careful what you say over the telephone. For my sake, Garry. Don’t use my former name or say anything to identify me with any place or profession. I’ve been in trouble. I’m in trouble still. Had you no letter from me this morning?”
“No.”
“That is disquieting news. I posted a letter to you last night. You should have had it in your morning mail.”