"Can't you get them?" asked Ruth, as Alice opened the 'phone booth
door for a breath of air.
"I'm trying, dear. He'd left the studio, but may be at a moving
picture theater. There, they've answered at last!"
Alice pulled the door shut with her disengaged hand, and spoke
eagerly into the transmitter.
"Is Mr. Russ Dalwood there? It's very important!"
Ruth saw the look of dismay that came over her sister's face. Then
through the double glass door she heard Alice say:
"He's gone! And you don't know where? Left ten minutes ago? Oh
dear!"
Slowly she hung up the receiver. There seemed nothing else to do. She
came out of the booth, her face showing her disappointment.
"He's gone, Ruth," she said. "What had we better do?"
"I think the only thing to do is to go back home and wait for him. He
may be there now. Or his mother or Billy may. Come on home."
It was Ruth who was directing now, and Alice, after a moment of
thought, saw that this was the only thing to do. Quickly they
retraced their steps to the apartment house. Without stopping to
enter their own flat they knocked on the Dalwood door.
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