It was the third day afterward that she passed again.
Chapter 2
The first time that Boylan of the Rhodes News Agency of New York saw Peter Mowbray was in the office of Lonegan of The States, Mowbray's chief in Warsaw. Lonegan had known Peter in New York and had wanted him for his second many months before the fact was brought about. This was the Boylan of the Schmedding Polar Failure, of various wars and expeditions, a huge spectacle of a man, an old-timer, and very fond of Lonegan, though as representative of Rhodes'' he was structurally the competitor of The States in this territory.
“Young Mowbray may be all right,” Boylan observed, “but the curse of the student is on him. I should say that he isn't gusty enough for hard work—vest buttons too safe—”
“You can't measure health by the pound,” Lonegan observed, regarding the other's bulk with one eye shut.
“I never heard of Mowbray spending much time in bed outside of the small hours.”
“How old is he?”
“Twenty-six or seven.”