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MAYNARD, swinging his cane jauntily as he strode along, paused a few steps from the Bellevue Apartment House and swore softly; he had entirely forgotten the errand which had, ostensibly, taken him to see Marian. Retracing his footsteps he persuaded the telephone operator to give him a small envelope and writing on his visiting card: "Evelyn wishes to see you at your earliest convenience," he enclosed it in the envelope, and insured its immediate delivery by a liberal tip to the grinning elevator boy.
His conscience once again clear he hastened around to the Burnhams' and reached that hospitable home just as Jones appeared on the doorstep intent on summoning a newsboy whose shrill shout of "_Sunday Times_" could be heard a block away.