'I'll help you. Couldn't I be just a little inspiration to you?'
'It ain't inspiring work.'
'Henry—write something for me! Write me a poem!
'All right. Not to-day, though. Gotta do this Business Men's Picnic.
Then he said, 'Wait a minute;' went into the kitchen.
'Going over town,' he remarked, offhand, to Mrs Henderson.
At the outer door, Corinne murmured: 'You'll come back, Henry?'
With a vague little wave of one hand, and a perplexed expression, he replied: 'Yes, of course.' And hurried off.
6
Mr Boice wasn't at his desk at the Voice sanctum. Henry could see that much through the front window.