And--this is the most important--if the dog fails to answer your
call at any time, and you can't readily find him by searching,
telephone me, at once, at my office. Good-by."
"I think you are a very staunch friend to those who need you," she
said, gravely and sweetly, giving him her hand.
She clung in his mind like a remembered fragrance, after he had gone
back to Astor Court Temple to wait. And though he plunged into an
intricate scheme of political advertising which was to launch a new
local party, her eyes and her voice haunted him. Nor had he
banished them, when, two days later, the telephone brought him her
clear accents, a little tremulous now.
"Peter Paul is gone."
"Since when?"
"Since ten this morning. The house is in an uproar."
"I'll be up in half an hour at the latest."
"Do come quickly. I'm--I'm a little frightened."
"Then you must have something to do," said Average Jones decisively.
"Have you been keeping an eye on the garden?"
"Yes."
"Go through it again, looking carefully for signs of disarranged
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