and old Danby are talking of reviving ‘Fun in a Teashop,’ and going out on the road with it.”
I got up.
“Gussie, old top,” I said, “leave me for a while. I would be alone. I think I’ve got brain fever or something.”
“Sorry, old man; perhaps New York doesn’t agree with you. When do you expect to go back to England?”
I looked again at Aunt Agatha’s cable.
“With luck,” I said, “in about ten years.”
When he was gone I took up the cable and read it again.
“What is happening?” it read. “Shall I come over?”
I sucked a pencil for a while, and then I wrote the reply.
It was not an easy cable to word, but I managed it.
“No,” I wrote, “stay where you are. Profession overcrowded.”