The other was drinking him in with considerable astonishment. Archie's costume seemed to have made a powerful impression upon him.
"Who the devil are you?" he enquired.
"Me? Oh, my name's"
"Never mind your name. What are you doing here?"
"Well, as a matter of fact, I popped in to ask if I might use your 'phone. You see"
A certain relief seemed to temper the austerity of the other's gaze. As a visitor, Archie, though surprising, seemed to be better than he had expected.
"I don't know what to do with you," he said, meditatively.
"If you'd just let me toddle to the 'phone"
"Likely!" said the man. He appeared to reach a decision. "Here, go into that room."
He indicated with a jerk of his head the open door of what was apparently a bedroom at the farther end of the studio.
"I take it," said Archie, chattily, "that all this may seem to you not a little rummy."
"Get on!"
"I was only saying"
"Well, I haven't time to listen. Get a move on!"
The bedroom was in a state of untidiness which eclipsed anything which Archie had ever witnessed. The other appeared to be moving house. Bed, furniture, and floor were covered with articles of clothing. A silk shirt wreathed itself about Archie's ankles as he stood gaping, and, as he moved farther into the room, his path was paved with ties and collars.
"Sit down!" said Elmer M. Moon, abruptly.
