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I know I'm terrible," she added defiantly, "but I can't help it." Bashford absent-mindedly brought out a cigarette. "Do you mind if I smoke?" he asked, as he struck a match. Then he came to himself. "I beg your pardon," he cried, flinging away match and cigarette. "I don't want to smoke. I didn't mean that at all. What I mean is "
He pretended to be absorbed in the flying landscape at the moment. Flynn, I noticed, was giving ear to our conversation from the wheel. "It was sad, very sad, Mr. Bashford passing away so far from home, sir. It was a great shock. And he had looked forward for years to a quiet life abroad. It must have been ten years ago he first mentioned his hope of retiring to Japan."
"Certainly," I retorted. "But maybe you would feel a little interest to know that Rosenheim and Bashford have gathered in about a thousand shares of Omega in the last four or five days." Doddridge Knapp gave me a keen glance. "There were no sales of above a hundred shares," he said. "No most of them ran from ten to fifty shares."
"That would be very sad, sir," he said humbly. "Isn't Mrs. Bashford kind to you? Hasn't she taken pains to make you all feel at home?" "Well, yes, sir. But she's taken Elsie back into the house, and there's no work for her, there being two women in the laundry already; and she's told me Dutch must be given his old place in charge of the poultry; and both being Germans, you will recall."
Torrence, I judged, was suggesting that legal means could be found to expel the old Tyringham employees from the Barton property. "Oh, never in the world! It was quite like Mr. Bashford to want to care for these people in their old age. And" she laughed and turned toward me "they can't be dislodged while Bob lives; and we don't want to part with him just yet."
Bashford it seemed ridiculous to call her Aunt Alice and in the heat of our argument as to whether witches are necessarily naughty and malign beings I had just uttered the "Mrs." when she bent toward me and said gravely and with no hint of archness: "Can't we make it Alice and Bob? I think that would be a lot friendlier."
Bashford the idea that any one could entertain malevolent designs upon her was more preposterous than ever, and I resolved that she must be shielded from annoyances of every kind. I told her with all the humor I could throw into the recital of the drilling of the bell-hops and of the uncomfortable relations between the Allied forces and the Teutonic minority on the estate. "It was dear of Mr.
Their house was large and its grandeur was almost oppressive to me, but I spent nearly a week in it. As I was leaving, Bashford gave me a card to Dr. Cross, a former parishioner in Jamaica Plain, saying, "Call upon the Doctor as soon as you return. He'll be glad to hear of Dakota." My little den in Boylston Place was almost intolerable to me now.
I hope your ancient globe-trotting aunt still lingers in the Far East! Keep the ink flowing, son. That novel ought to be well under way when I get back." The tale I had begun seemed utter trash in comparison with the story of Alice Bashford, in which, much against my will, I had become a minor character.
No one had heard of a Mrs. Bashford or a Mrs. Farnsworth. My inspection of the occupants of several thousand automobiles proved equally fruitless. I ate a lonely dinner at the club and resumed my search. Hanging about theatre doors, staring at the crowd, is not a dignified occupation, and by nine o'clock, having seen the most belated theatre-goers vanish, I was tired and footsore.
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