door locked--until Miss La Place came in with me. You must have seen him around here--thin man with grayish hair. Mr. Hemmingway."
"And horn spectacles."
"Yes. Always smoking a cigar."
"Why," Edith mused, "I thought he looked very quiet and--"
"My dear," Wanda interrupted impressively, "the quiet ones are the worst. There was a tenor singer--he was only a high baritone, really--with the Acorn Opera Company--he was the quiet kind--that--You've no idea! I got worn out fighting him. Sometimes I wonder what's the use."
"But you mustn't feel that way. That is weakness. You must keep up the fight--always."
"I know. But it does wear you out. Specially when you can't see anything ahead. . . . Well, anyway, when we landed at Yokohama I found these cablegrams from Will." She took the folded papers from her purse and spread them out for Edith to read. "While we were in Japan and Shanghai I got a cable every day. Then for two weeks there was nothing. I couldn't imagine what it me