Montague was working out another course of action. He moved to
another seat in the car where he could see the numbers upon the
street lamps as they flashed by; and at last he touched the General
upon the knee. "I will leave you at the next corner," he said.
The General pressed the button which signalled his chauffeur, and
the car drew up at the curb. Montague descended.
"Good night, General," he said.
"Good night," said the other, in a faint voice. He did not offer to
take Montague's hand. The latter closed the door of the car, and it
sped away up the street.
Then he crossed over and went down to the River drive, and entered
Lucy's apartment house.
"Is Mrs. Taylor in?" he asked of the clerk.
"I'll see," said the man. Montague gave his name and added, "Tell
her it is very important."
Lucy came to the door herself, clad in an evening gown.
One glance at his haggard face was enough to tell her that something
was wrong. "What is it, Allan?" she cried.
He hung up his hat and coat, and went into the drawing-room.
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