"We'll telephone here," he said.
Side by side they went up the great, broad stoop and entered the lobby.
"If you'll speak to Leila, I'll get Plank on the wire. Say that we'll stop for you at seven."
She gave her number; then, at the nod of the operator, entered a small booth. Siward was given another booth in a few moments.
Plank answered from his office; his voice sounded grave and tired but it quickened, tinged with surprise, when Siward made known his plan for the evening.
"Is Mrs. Mortimer in town?" he demanded. "I had a wire from her that she expected to be here and I hoped to see her at the station to-morrow on her way to Lenox."
"She's stopping with Miss Landis. Can't you manage to come?" asked Siward anxiously.
"I don't know. Do you wish it particularly? I have just seen Quarrier and Harrington. I can't quite understand Quarrier's attitude. There's a certain hint of defiance about it. Harrington is all caved in. He is ready to thank us for any mercies. But Quarrier--there's something I don't fancy, don't exactly understand about his attitude. He's like a dangerous man whom you've searched for concealed weapons, and who knows you've overlooked the knife up his sleeve. That's why I've expected to spend a quiet evening, studying up the matter and examining every loophole."
"You've got to dine somewhere," said Siward. "If you could fix it to dine with us--But I won't urge you."
"All right. I don't know why I shouldn't. I don't know why I feel this way about things. I--I rather felt--you'll laugh, Siward!--that somehow I'd better not go out of my own house to-night; that I was safer, better off in my own house, studying this Quarrier matter out. I'm tired, I suppose; and this man Quarrier has come close to worrying me. But it's all right, of course, if you wish it. You know I haven't any nerves."
"If you are tired--" began Siward.
"No, no, I'm not. I'll go. Will you say that we'll stop for them at seven? Really, it's all right, Siward."
"I don't want to urge you," repeated Siward.
"You're not. I'll go. But--wait one moment tell me, did Quarrier know that Mrs. Mortimer was to stop with Miss Landis?"
"Wait a moment. Hold the wire."
He opened the door of the booth and saw Sylvia waiting for him, seated by the operator's desk. She rose at once when she saw he wished to speak with her.
"Tell me something," he said in a low voice; "did Mr. Quarrier know that Leila was to stay overnight with you?"