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, with the grim repression of the thinker stirred to wrath, "should like to interview this stranger." "Perfectly feasible, I think," returned Average Jones. A long silence. "You don't mean that you've located him already!" cried young Mr. McIntyre. "He was so obliging as to save me the trouble." Average Jones held up the letter from which he had taken the Cairnside Hospital's telephone number. "The advertisement worked to a charm. Mr. Smith gives his address in this, and intimates that I may call upon him." Young Mr. McIntyre rose. "You're going to see him, then?" "At once." "Did I understand you to imply that I am at liberty to accompany you?" inquired Professor Gehren. "If you care to take the risk." "Think there'll be excitement?" asked Bertram languidly. "I'd like to go along." Average Jones nodded. "One or a dozen; I fancy it will be all the same to Smith." "You think we'll find him dead." Young Mr. McIntyre leaped to this conclusion. "Count me in on it." "N-no; not dead." "Perhaps his friend 'Mercy' has gone back on him, then," suggested Mr. McIntyre, unabashed. "Yes; I rather think that's it," said Average Jones, in a curious accent. "'Mercy' has gone back on him, I believe, though I can't quite accurately place her as yet. Here's the taxi," he broke off. "All aboard that's going aboard. But it's likely to be dangerous." Across town and far up the East Side whizzed the car, over the bridge that leads away from Manhattan Island to the north, and through quiet streets as little known to the average New Yorker as are Hong Kong and Caracas. In front of a frame house it stopped. On a side porch, over which bright roses swarmed like children clambering into a hospitable lap, sat a man with a gray face. He was tall and slender, and his hair, a dingy black, was already showing worn streaks where the color had faded. At Average Jones he gazed with unconcealed surprise. "Ah; it is you!" he exclaimed. "You," he smiled, "are the 'Mercy' of the advertisement?" "Yes." "And these gentlemen?" "Are my friends." "You will come in?" Average Jones examined a nodding rose with an indulgent, almost a paternal, expression. "If you--er--think it--er--safe," he murmured. "Assuredly." As if exacting a pledge the young man held out his hand. The older one unhesitatingly grasped it. Average Jones turned the long fingers, which enclosed his, back upward, and glanced at them.
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