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This was the outcome of his brilliant idea which was to save the Phipps' home... and its owner's peace of mind... and Primmie... and .... Oh, dear me! dear me! Galusha walked slowly across the room to the chair by the window, and, sitting down, continued to stare hopelessly at the letter in his hand. He read it for the second time, but this rereading brought no comfort whatever.
Galusha knew him, had recognized the voice before he saw its owner. His mouth opened, shut, and opened again. He was quite pale. "Ah ah why, Cousin Gussie!" he stammered. For the man in the fur coat standing there in Martha Phipps' dining room was the senior partner of Cabot, Bancroft and Cabot.
We are safe here now, but not on the other track." "I know that," answered Tad. He shuddered as he recalled the black, projectile-like object that had whisked by him just after he had pulled Mr. Phipps from the return track. There was still another reason why the assistant superintendent was so filled with anxiety to reach a place where he could notify the terminals to stop the cars.
Phipps welcomed him without any particular enthusiasm, but promptly dismissed the typist to whom he had been dictating. "It happens that you are just the man I want to see," he declared. "Sit down." Dredlinton sank a little wearily into an easy-chair, after a glance of disappointment at the retreating figure. "Can't think why you always have such damned ugly girls about you, Phipps," he yawned.
In the last matter Harold Phipps had upheld her, as he had in all others; but his very championship constituted her chief cause of worry. Since the day of his joining the company she had given him no opportunity for seeing her alone. By a method of protection peculiarly her own, she had managed to achieve an isolation as complete as an alpine blossom in the heart of an iceberg.
Last of all, Grant and Wingate between them carried the body of Lord Dredlinton behind the screen and laid it upon the sofa. Then the latter stood back and surveyed his work. "That will do," he said. "Wait one moment, Grant, before you show the inspector in. I have a word to say first to my two friends here." Phipps scowled across the table, heavy-eyed and sullen.
"Of course, what's up really," said Spencer to himself, after reading this, "is that the whole family's jolly well cracked." His eye fell on the postal orders. "Still !" he said. That evening he entertained Phipps and Thomas B. A. Shearne lavishly at tea. Of all the useless and irritating things in this world, lines are probably the most useless and the most irritating.
He had almost succeeded in forgetting the Wellmouth Development Company. His distress of mind and conscience concerning his dealings with it had very nearly vanished also. He had been forced into deceit to save Martha Phipps from great trouble, and the end justified the means. Having reached that conclusion in his thinking, he had firmly resolved to put the whole matter from his mind.
"Financially it wouldn't be half bad." "He's so dull and heavy," said Phipps. Meanwhile, within, the clergyman had, by promptitude and dexterity, taken the chair and was opening the case against the unfortunate Jessie. I regret to have to say that my heroine had been appalled by the visible array of public opinion against her excursion, to the pitch of tears.
"I took it on myself to change the other one for this, Mr. Bangs," she said. "I like it lots better myself. Of course it wasn't my affair at all and I suppose I ought to beg your pardon." He hastened to reassure her. "Please don't speak so, Miss Phipps," he begged. "It was very, very kind of you. And I like this cap VERY much. I do, really.... I ought to have a guardian, hadn't I?" he added.
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