"
Kent considered a moment, then sat down by the telephone and gave
a number to Central.
"That you, Sylvester?" he called into the mouth-piece. "If Mrs.
Brewster comes to the office, telephone me at Mr. Rochester's
apartment, Franklin 52. Don't let Mrs. Brewster leave until I
have seen her."
"Yes, sir," came the reply, and Kent hung up the receiver.
"Had any luncheon?" he asked Nelson as the man loitered around.
"Not yet" - Nelson's eyes brightened at the word. It was long past
his usual meal hour.
"Run down to the caf on the first floor and tell the head waiter
to give you a square meal and charge it to me," Kent directed.
"Order something substantial; you must be used up."
The man hung back. "Thank you, Mr. Kent, but I don't like to
leave here until my relief comes," he objected.
"That's all right, I'll stay in the apartment until you return,"
and Kent settled the question by opening the door leading into the
outer corridor. "Ferguson will be around shortly, so hurry."
Kent watched the man scurry toward the elevator shaft, then returned
to Rochester's apartment and once more took up the telephone.
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