Smith released him
and advised his sending for his friends at once."
"Reddish or purple dots, eh?" repeated Average Jones. "I should
like--er--to have talked with--er--that doctor before you cut off."
"And I, sir," said the professor, with the grim repression of the
thinker stirred to wrath, "should like to interview this stranger."
"Perfectly feasible, I think," returned Average Jones.
A long silence.
"You don't mean that you've located him already!" cried young Mr.
McIntyre.
"He was so obliging as to save me the trouble."
Average Jones held up the letter from which he had taken the
Cairnside Hospital's telephone number. "The advertisement worked to
a charm. Mr. Smith gives his address in this, and intimates that I
may call upon him."
Young Mr. McIntyre rose.
"You're going to see him, then?"
"At once."
"Did I understand you to imply that I am at liberty to accompany
you?" inquired Professor Gehren.
"If you care to take the risk."
"Think there'll be excitement?" asked Bertram languidly.
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