Then his mind turned back a page in the book of his life and he lay
considering the events of the previous evening: the scene with Barney
and Old Jimmie and Maggie, their all denouncing him as a police stool-
pigeon and a squealer, and Maggie's defiant departure to begin her
long-dreamed-of career as a leading-woman and perhaps star in what she
saw as great and thrilling adventures; his own enforced and frenzied
flight; his strange method of reaching this splendid apartment; his
meeting with the handsome, drink-befuddled young man in evening
clothes; his meeting with the exquisitely gowned patrician Miss
Sherwood, who had received him with the poise and frank friendliness
of a democratic queen, and had immediately ordered him off to bed.
Strange, all of these things! But they were all realities. And in this
new set of circumstances which had come into being in a night, what
was he to do?
He recalled that Miss Sherwood had said that she and he would have
their talk that morning. He pulled his watch from under his pillow. It
was past nine o'clock. He looked about him for clothes, but saw only a
bathrobe. Then he remembered Judkins carrying off his rain-soaked
garments, with "Ring for me when you wake up, sir."
Larry found an electric bell button dangling over the top of his bed
by a silken cord.
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