Spencer," replied Craig, with a whimsical
side glance at me that told without words that this was better
relaxation to him than either the Metropolitan or the "movies." "I
shall be glad to see Dr. Lith at any time--right now, if it is
convenient to him."
The millionaire connoisseur consulted his watch. "Lith will be at
the museum until six, at least. Yes, we can catch him there. I
have a dinner engagement at seven myself. I can give you half an
hour of the time before then. If you're ready, just jump into the
car, both of you."
The museum to which he referred was a handsome white marble
building, in Renaissance, fronting on a side street just off Fifth
Avenue and in the rear of the famous Spencer house, itself one of
the show places of that wonderful thoroughfare. Spencer had built
the museum at great cost simply to house those treasures which
were too dear to him to entrust to a public institution. It was in
the shape of a rectangle and planned with special care as to the
lighting.
Dr. Lith, a rather stout, mild-eyed German savant, plunged
directly into the middle of things as soon as we had been
introduced.
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