He's liable to
do anything--anything at all."
"But what reason--"
The Japanese boy, Sato, stood bobbing in the doorway.
"Mis' Potter kassee," he said courteously. "Ve'y so'y Mis'
Potter kassee nobody."
"Can't see us?" said Tinker. "Yes, he can. You telephoned me
that he wanted to see me, not over a quarter of an hour ago."
Sato beamed upon him enthusiastically. "Yisso, yisso! See Mis'
Tinker, yisso! You come in, Mis' Tinker. Ve'y so'y. Mis' Potter
kassee nobody."
"You mean he'll see Mister Tinker but won't see anybody else?"
cried the playwright.
"Yisso," said Sato, delighted. "Ve'y so'y. Mis' Potter kassee
nobody."
"I will see him. I--"
"Wait. It's all right," Tinker reassured him soothingly. "It's
all right, Sato. You go and tell Mr. Potter that I'm here and
Mr. Canby came with me."
"Yisso." Sato stood back from the door obediently, and they
passed into the hall. "You sidowm, please."
"Tell him we're waiting in here," said Tinker, leading the way
into the cream-coloured salon.
"Yisso." Sato disappeared.
The pretty room was exquisitely cheerful, a coal fire burning
rosily in the neat little grate, but for its effect upon Canby
it might have been a dentist's anteroom.
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