"What's he mean?" he demanded fiercely. "What have I done?"

"What's the matter?" inquired the calm Tinker.

"What's he called it off for?"

"Called what off?"

"The play! My play!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen him
since rehearsal. His Japanese boy called me on the telephone a
little while ago and told me he wanted to see me."

"He did?" cried the distracted Canby. "The Japanese boy wanted
to see--"

"No," Tinker corrected. "He did."

"And you haven't heard--"

"Twelfth," urged the operator, having opened the door. "Twelfth,
if you please, gentlemen."

"I haven't heard anything to cause excitement," said Tinker,
stepping out. "I haven't heard anything at all." He pressed the
tiny disc beside the door of Potter's apartment. "What's upset
you?"

With a pathetic gesture Canby handed him Potter's note. "What