"Yes."

"Where?"

"In his apartment. I came downstairs to the janitor's rooms. I am
telephoning from there what he wished me to ask you."

After a pause Graylock said: "Is his mind perfectly clear?"

"Perfectly, now."

"He asked for me?"

"Yes. Will you come?"

"He asked for me? Tonight? At eleven o'clock?"

She said: "I don't think he knows even what month it is. He has
only been conscious for a day or two. Had he known it was Christmas
night perhaps he might not have disturbed you. But--will you come?"

"I am afraid it is too late--to-night."

"Tomorrow, then? Shall I tell him?"

There was a silence. She repeated the question. But Graylock's
reply was inaudible and she thought he said good-bye instead of good
night.

Somewhere in the rear of the basement the janitor and his family and