I'll see it through, of course. My, but I'm
getting hungry! It must be near luncheon-time."
It was not; but by the time Cyrus had been ordered twice across the city
and once up a sixteen-story building in which the elevator was out of
order it was past noon, and he was in a condition to find "Env. No. 7" a
very satisfactory one:
Go to Cafe Reynard on Westchester Square. Take seat at table in
left alcove. Ask waiter for card of Cornelius Woodbridge, Jr.
Before ordering luncheon read Env. No. 8. C. W. Jr.
The boy lost no time in obeying this command, and sank into his chair in
the designated alcove with a sigh of relief. He mopped his brow and
drank off a glass of ice water at a gulp. It was a warm October day, and
the sixteen flights had been somewhat trying. He asked for his father's
card, and then sat studying the attractive menu. The Cafe Reynard was a
place famous the country over for its cookery.
"I think I'll have--" he mused for a moment then said helplessly with a
laugh--"well, I'm about hungry enough to eat the whole thing.
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