The Worm went up. A businesslike young man was standing in the upper hall, looking about him with mild curiosity.
“Whom did you wish to see?” asked the Worm.
“Mr. Zanin and Mr. Mann.”
“Oh—you must be the attorney for the Interstellar people.”
“I am.”
“Come this way,” said the Worm with calm, and ushered him down the stairs and into the dining-room.
Sue was sitting alone on a bench in Washington Square. She saw Henry Bates approaching and rose hurriedly to meet him.
“It's all over,” said he cheerfully.
“But, Henry—tell me—what on earth!”
“No particular damage beyond what court plaster and Peter's tailor can fix up.”