You'll say, w'en the time comes, that my plans are
reasonable."
There was a sharp ring from the telephone at
Blackie's elbow. He answered it, then thrust the
receiver into my hand. "For you," he said.
It was Von Gerhard's voice that came to me. "I have
something to tell you," he said. "Something most
important. If I call for you at six we can drive out to
the bay for supper, yes? I must talk to you."
"You have saved my life," I called back. "It has been
a beast of a day. You may talk as much and as
importantly as you like, so long as I am kept cool."
"That was Von Gerhard," said I to Blackie, and tried
not to look uncomfortable.
"Mm," grunted Blackie, pulling at his pipe.
"Thoughtful, ain't he?"
I turned at the door. "He-- he's going away day
after to-morrow, Blackie," I explained, although no
explanation had been asked for, "to Vienna. He expects
to stay a year--or two--or three--"
Blackie looked up quickly. "Goin' away, is he?
Well, maybe it's best, all around, girl. I see his
name's been mentioned in all the medical papers, and the
big magazines, and all that, lately. Gettin' t' be a big
bug, Von Gerhard is. Sorry he's goin', though. I was
plannin' t' consult him just before I go on my--vacation.
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