The calllong distance from a man named Nicholas P. Daphnecame through at midnight. Silver-maned Frank Lloyd Wright struggled out of bed to answer it, heard an unfamiliar voice at the other end of the wire saying: "I've got the finest site, in the heart of San Francisco, and I want the finest mortuary in the world. So I figure," the voice pursued, "I need the finest architect in the world."
That was just the sort of appeal a great architect found it hard to resist. Last week Wright turned up in Nicholas Daphne's San Francisco office and unrolled the brown wrapping paper...
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