He didn't
WANT any rest, he told Alice impatiently, when she suggested that
the idle day might be good for him.
Late that afternoon he walked over to the apartment house where
old Charley Lohr lived, and gave his friend the letter he wanted
the head of Lamb and Company to receive "personally." "I'll take
it as a mighty great favour in you to hand it to him personally,
Charley," he said, in parting. "And you won't forget, in case he
says anything about it--and remember if you ever do get a chance
to put in a good word for me later, you know----"
Old Charley promised to remember, and, when Mrs. Lohr came out
of the "kitchenette," after the door closed, he said thoughtfully,
"Just skin and bones."
"You mean Mr. Adams is?" Mrs. Lohr inquired.
"Who'd you think I meant?" he returned. "One o' these partridges
in the wall-paper?"
"Did he look so badly?"
"Looked kind of distracted to me," her husband replied. "These
little thin fellers can stand a heap sometimes, though. He'll be
over here again Monday."
"Did he say he would?"
"No," said Lohr. "But he will. You'll see. He'll be over to
find out what the big boss says when I give him this letter.
Expect I'd be kind of anxious, myself, if I was him."
"Why would you? What's Mr. Adams doing to be so anxious about?"
Lohr's expression became one of reserve, the look of a man who
has found that when he speaks his inner thoughts his wife jumps
too far to conclusions.
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