Piper wasn't coming into town till the 7.03.
He got into New York to find he hadn't made as good time as he'd thought--a
couple of traffic blocks had kept him back for valuable minutes--though of
course the minutes couldn't be valuable exactly when it was all bosh about
his having to get in so quickly after all. He went first to 252A Madison
Avenue, hoping most heartily that Ted would be there on the fifth floor
with his eyeshade over his eyes and large law-books crowding his desk, but
the door was locked and knockings brought no response except a peevish
voice from the other side of the narrow hall requesting any gentleman that
was a gentleman to shut up for Gawd's sake. The Yale Club next--there was
just a chance that Ted might be there--
Oliver went through the Yale Club a good deal more thoroughly than most
pages, from the lobby to the upstairs dining-room. He even invaded the
library to the suspicious annoyance of some old uncle who was pretending
to read a book held upside down in his lap in order to camouflage his
pre-prandial nap. No Ted--though half-a-dozen acquaintances who insisted on
saying hello and taking up time.
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