“Perfectly feasible, I think,” returned Average Jones.
A long silence.
“You don’t mean that you’ve located him already!” cried young Mr. McIntyre.
“He was so obliging as to save me the trouble.”
Average Jones held up the letter from which he had taken the Cairnside Hospital’s telephone number. “The advertisement worked to a charm. Mr. Smith gives his address in this, and intimates that I may call upon him.”
Young Mr. McIntyre rose.
“You’re going to see him, then?”
“At once.”
“Did I understand you to imply that I am at liberty to accompany you?” inquired Professor Gehren.
“If you care to take the risk.”