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Updated: June 14, 2025
"He said that you wouldn't want to see him, but that it didn't make any difference. He'll wait, he says." They were in the private office, with the door closed. Bansemer's face was whiter and more firmly set than ever. The ugly fighting light was in his eyes again. "If he has come here to threaten me, I'll kill him," he said savagely.
The man was Elias Droom, and he had been an eye-witness to the dim, indistinct tragedy at the sea wall. His presence is easily explained. He knew of Bansemer's telephone message to Mrs. Cable, together with his threat to expose her on the following morning. It was only natural that she should make a final plea -that night, of course.
A wave of shame and grief sent the tears flooding to his eyes. "Poor old dad!" He turned and walked to the window, his shoulders heaving. Droom stood silent for a long time, watching Bansemer's son, pity and triumph in his face. "Do you want to hear about it?" he asked at last. Graydon's head was bent in assent. "It came the day after you left Chicago with the recruits.
He tried to put aside the feeling that death was certain and very soon, at that; he sought honestly to justify himself in the hope that Bansemer's life could be saved, after all. "Leave me alone with the doctor, Miss Cable," he said. She was kneeling beside the man on the cot. Without a word, but with a dark appealing look into the Virginian's eyes, she arose and went swiftly away.
He would work himself into a frenzy of torment and glee combined, usually collapsing at the end of his harangue. It disgusted him to think that his health was so good that he might be expected to live beyond the limit of James Bansemer's imprisonment. At the end of eighteen months, Jane was coming home.
Come on, I'll take the car down with you." "I I won't be ready for some time." "Oh, well, I'll say good-night, then." Eddie Deever departed, chuckling to himself as he made his way to the U Building, determined to learn what he could of this unusual summons. But Droom was too crafty. Bansemer's letter had asked him to come to Rector's restaurant and not to the U Building.
At last he ventured a remark somewhat out of the ordinary for him: "That old man up in Bansemer's office gets on my nerves," said he, settling his long frame in a chair and breaking in upon Rigby's attention so suddenly that the lawyer was startled into a quick look of interest. "Old Droom? What do you know about him?" "Nothing in particular, of course. Only he sort of jars me when he talks."
Fear of exposure at the hand of Graydon Bansemer's father had kept her purposely blind to the inevitable. Her woman's intuition long since had convinced her that Graydon was not like his father. She knew him to be honourable, noble, fair and worthy. Long and often had she wondered at James Bansemer's design in permitting his son to go to the extreme point in relation with Jane.
She demurred at first, purely for the sake of appearances, but in the end agreed to tender her resignation to the Red Cross society. The knowledge that Graydon Bansemer's discharge was soon forthcoming and that he intended to return to America in the spring had more to do with this decision than she was willing to admit.
It was Lieutenant Bray who made inquiries at general headquarters and found, after considerable trouble, that Graydon Bansemer's company was in the north, subject to the requirements of Young, chief of scouts. Irksome were the lazy summer months for Jane. She tired of the attentions of men; she sickened with longing and anxiety.
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