I managed to find Madison's number. I forced the hotel operator to dial it: I couldn't hit the right buttons. A very concerned, older female voice answered. His mother! "I must talk to J. Walter at once!" I yelled at her. "Oh, dear," she said, "I'm afraid that is impossible. He is lying in bed. Three doctors have been here and they ordered absolute rest. I can't even go near him myself." And, indeed, I could hear tiny suppressed screeches in the background. I hung up. Bury. I must phone Bury! It was a tangle! His number was unlisted. The Octopus Oil Building Exchange would not give me his home phone. Ah, I had it! That night he had gone home in the police car! I knew where he lived! Sunday or no Sunday, Mr. Bury was going to have a caller! I still had the van, the rental office being closed on Sunday. I piled into some warm clothes, got the car brought around front and was soon tooling uptown. The streets were deserted tunnels piled high on both sides with snow, the tops of cars showing vaguely in the mounds.
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