A week passed--a dull week, during which I saw little of Harry
and Le Mire not at all. At the time, I remember, I was interested
in some chemical experiments--I am a dabbler with the tubes--and
went out but little. Then--this was on Friday--Harry sought me
out in the laboratory to tell me he was going away. In answer to
my question, "Where?" he said, "I don't know."
"How long will you be gone?"
"Oh, a week--perhaps a month."
I looked at him keenly, but said nothing. It would have done no
good to force him into an equivocation by questions. Early the
next morning he departed, with three trunks, and with no further
word to me save a farewell. No sooner was he gone than I started
for the telephone to call up Le Mire; but thought better of it
and with a shrug of the shoulders returned to the laboratory.
It was the following Monday that was to see the first appearance
of Le Mire at the Stuyvesant. I had not thought of going, but on
Monday afternoon Billy Du Mont telephoned me that he had an extra
ticket and would like to have me join him. I was really a little
curious to see Le Mire perform and accepted.
We dined at the club and arrived at the theater rather late.
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