"Rested! I should think so. I have plenty of time to rest. They tell
me I shall be here eight weeks. Of course I shan't, but still--It
was that rug in front of the door. I tripped over it. A commercial
traveller picked me up--a kind fellow, but damn him, he wouldn't leave
me afterwards--wanted to talk to me all night."
I remembered his having said this, when I was told by his servant,
Walter Collinson, that on the night of his death at Bradford he
stumbled over the rug when he walked into the hotel corridor.
We fell to talking about work. He said he hoped that I had a good
manager ... agreed very heartily with me about Frohman, saying he was
always so fair--more than fair.
"What a wonderful life you've had, haven't you?" I exclaimed, thinking
of it all in a flash.
"Oh, yes," he said quietly, ... "a wonderful life--of work."
[Illustration: _Copyright by the London Stereoscopic Co._