" She laughed.
"Would he?" Mr. Brewster did not laugh. "And perhaps you'll be
good enough to tell me why."
"Because you sent word that you were out when he called."
"Humph! I see people when _I_ want to see THEM, not when they want
to see me."
"Then Mr. Perkins is likely to prove permanently invisible to you,
if I'm any judge of character."
"Well, well," said Mr. Brewster impatiently, "manage it yourself.
Only impress on him the necessity of getting the message on the
wire. I'll write it out to-night and give it to you with the money
to-morrow."
After luncheon on the following day, Polly, with the cablegram and
money in her purse and her automatic safely disposed in her belt,
walked in the plaza with Carroll. The legless beggar whined at
them for alms. Handing him a quartillo, the Southerner would have
passed on, but his companion stood eyeing the mendicant.
"Now, what can there be in that poor wreck to captivate the
scientific intellect?" she marveled.
"If you mean Mr. Perkins--" began Carroll.
"I do."
"Then I think perhaps the reason for some of that gentleman's
associations will hardly stand inquiry.
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