"
"How's he stand with his crowd?"
"No one higher. They'd all take his word for anything."
"Can you find him at once?" Maggie pursued breathlessly.
That was a trifling question to ask the Duchess; since all the news of
her shadowy world came to her ears in some swift obscure manner.
"Yes. If it is necessary."
"It's terribly necessary! If I can't get him, the whole thing may
fail!"
"What thing?" demanded the Duchess.
"It might all sound impossibly foolish!" cried the excited, desperate
Maggie. "You might tell me so--and discourage me--and I simply must go
ahead! I feel rather like--like a juggler who's trying for the first
time to keep a lot of new things going in the air all at once. But I
think there's a chance that I may succeed! I'll tell you just one
thing. It all has to do with Larry. I think I may help Larry."
"I'll get Red Hannigan," the Duchess said briefly. "What do you want
with him?"
"Have him come to the Hotel Grantham--room eleven-forty-two--at
eight-fifteen sharp!"
"He'll be there," said the Duchess.
There followed a swirling taxi-ride back to the Grantham, and a rapid
change into her most fetching evening gown (she had not even a thought
of dinner) to play her bold part in the drama which she was excitedly
writing in her mind and for which she had just engaged her cast.
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