have I done? What does he think I've done to him?"

Tinker read the note and shook his head. "The Lord knows! You
see he's all moods, and they change--they change any time. He
knows his business, but you can't count on him. He's liable to
do anything--anything at all."

"But what reason--"

The Japanese boy, Sato, stood bobbing in the doorway.

"Mis' Potter kassee," he said courteously. "Ve'y so'y Mis'
Potter kassee nobody."

"Can't see us?" said Tinker. "Yes, he can. You telephoned me
that he wanted to see me, not over a quarter of an hour ago."

Sato beamed upon him enthusiastically. "Yisso, yisso! See Mis'
Tinker, yisso! You come in, Mis' Tinker. Ve'y so'y. Mis' Potter
kassee nobody."

"You mean he'll see Mister Tinker but won't see anybody else?"
cried the playwright.

"Yisso," said Sato, delighted. "Ve'y so'y. Mis' Potter kassee
nobody."

"I will see him. I--"

"Wait. It's all right," Tinker reassured him soothingly. "It's