Chapter 13: XIII

XIII —$200.10— I had my vest unbuttoned when the telephone bell rang. It was Dinah Brand, complaining that she had been trying to get me since ten o’clock. “Have you done anything on what I told you?” she asked. “I’ve been looking it over. It seems pretty good. I think maybe I’ll crack it this afternoon.” “Don’t. Hold it till I see you. Can you come up now?” I looked at the vacant white bed and said, “Yes,” without much enthusiasm. Another tub of cold water did me so li…