"
The old man let the clock fall into his lap and stared. But Blix
explained her reasons.
Chapter VI
The next day was Saturday, and Blix had planned a walk out to the
Presidio. But at breakfast, while she was debating whether she
should take with her Howard and Snooky, or "Many Inventions," she
received a note from Condy, sent by special messenger:
"'All our fun is spoiled,' he wrote. 'I've got ptomaine poisoning
from eating the creamed oysters last night, and am in for a solid
fortnight spent in bed. Have passed a horrible night. Can't you
look in at the hotel this afternoon? My mother will be here at the
time.'"
"Ptomaine poisoning!" The name had an ugly sound, and Condy's use
of the term inferred the doctor's visit. Blix decided that she
would put off her walk until the afternoon, and call on Mrs.
Rivers at once, and ask how Condy did.
She got away from the flat about ten o'clock, but on the steps
outside met Condy dressed as if for bicycling, and smoking a
cigarette.
"I've got eleven dollars!" he announced cheerily.
"But I thought it was ptomaine poisoning!" she cried with sudden
vexation.
"Pshaw! that's what the doctor says. He's a flapdoodle; nothing
but a kind of a sort of a pain. It's all gone now. I'm as fit as
a fiddle--and I've got eleven dollars. Let's go somewhere and do
something."
"But your work?"
"They don't expect me. When I thought I was going to be sick, I
telephoned the office, and they said all right, that they didn't
need me.
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