oods--a discussion that had given Oliver a bad half-hour later with
Louise.

But things like that didn't _happen_--people whose houses you stayed
at--people your sister brought home over the week-end--the fathers of
your own friends. And then Oliver winced as he remembered the afternoon
when all the New Haven evening papers had screamed with headlines over
the Witterly divorce suit--and Bob Witterly's leaving College because he
couldn't stand it--that had been people you knew all right--and everyone
had always had such a good time at the Witterlys' too.

It was all perfectly incredible of course--but he would have to find Ted
just as soon as possible, no matter where he had to go to find him--and
as the little reel of the speedometer began to hitch toward the left and
into higher figures, Oliver felt very relieved indeed that he had the
two-seater and that Mr. Piper wasn't coming into town till the 7.03.

He got into New York to find he hadn't made as good time as he'd
thought--a couple of traffic blocks had kept him back for valuable
minutes--though of course the minutes couldn't be valuable exactly when
it was all bosh about his having to get in so quickly after all. He went
first to 252A Madison Avenue, hoping most heartily that Ted would be
there on the fifth floor with his eyeshade over his eyes and large
law-books crowding his desk, but the door was locked and knockings
brought no response except a peevish voice from the other side of the
narrow hall requesting any gentleman that was a gentleman to shut up for
Gawd's sake. The Yale Club next--there was just a chance that Ted might
be there--

Oliver went through the Yale Club a good deal more thoroughly than most
pages, from the lobby to the upstairs dining-room. He even invaded the
library to the suspicious annoyance of some old uncle who was pretending
to read a book held upside down in his lap in order to camouflage his
pre-prandial nap. No Ted--though half-a-dozen acquaintances who insisted
on saying hello and taking up time. Back to the street and a slight
dispute with a policeman as regarded the place where Oliver had parked
his car. He looked at his watch just before poking the self-starter--Mr.
Piper's train must be halfway to New York by now. He set his lips and
turned down 44th Street toward the Avenue.

Fourth floor Ted had said. The elevator went much too quickly for
Oliver--he was standing in front of a most non-committal door-bell
before he had