"That is all. There is neither date nor address on the note. I wrote to
Marlitt care of your office. Your office forwarded it, I see, but the
post-office returned it to me to-day.... What has become of Marlitt?"
Calvert touched the elevator-bell again. "If I knew," he said, "I'd find
a place for--Marlitt."
Tennant's face lighted. Calvert, scowling, avoided his eyes.
"I want you to understand," he said, peevishly, "that there is no
sentiment in this matter."
"I understand," said Tennant.
"You think you do," sneered Calvert, stepping into the elevator. The
door slammed; the cage descended; the fat, pink countenance of Calvert,
distorted into a furious sneer, slowly sank out of sight.