AN ENCOUNTER WITH BRECK
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called your other number and they gave me this. I don't know where it is. Will you tell me?"
I could feel the foot that my weight wasn't on trembling. "Yes, I'll tell you," I said, "but I'd rather meet you—some nicer place. Couldn't I meet you?"
"Yes—if you'd rather. Can you come now?"
"Yes, now, Bob, this very minute."
"All right, then." He named a hotel. "The tea-room in half an hour. Good-by."
"Good-by," I managed to finish; and I was glad when I hung up the receiver that Esther wasn't there.
