“I know. And I can’t bother Walling. You must come here as fast as you can. Can you speak German?... I’ll try to talk French; then.”
After a moment Gurdy said, “All right. I’ll come as fast as I can. Get hold of the hotel manager. Money—”
“The detective’s got a check. That’s all right. Hurry up, though.”
Gurdy found himself standing and dropped the telephone. It brushed the chessmen in a clattering volley to the floor. His father’s blue eyes bit through the smoke.
“When’s a train to Philadelphia, dad?”
“That damn fool girl gone and got herself into—”
“This actor!... Of course she has! Of course! Oh, hell! In her room! When’s there a train to Philadelphia?”