"I'm afraid I cannot write plainly enough with my left hand," he said. "Will you take down the message?"
"Certainly."
"Mrs. S. C. Heath"
Her pencil, so firm only an instant before, quivered.
"Have you that?"
"Yes."
"The Biltmore, New York City."
"Yes."
"Everything safe with me. Do not worry. Marooned on Cape Cod with cold. Nothing serious. Home soon. Love. Stanley."