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The detectives reported that such gossip as they could pick up about the studio indicated that Dyckman was putting money into the firm on her account. "A movie angel!" sneered Zada. She had wasted a hundred dollars on him to find this out, and two hundred and fifty on Mrs. Cheever to find out that she was intensely respectable. That was bitter news to Zada.
For once she agreed with Cheever, echoed his words and his dismay and stood equally stunned before the new riddle. It was a perfect riddle now, for there was no end to the answers, and every one of them was wrong. Charity let the receiver fall. She had had enough.
One set of Jim's muscles leaped to the attack; another set held them in restraint. "Be careful, dad!" he groaned. "Peter Cheever never met my wife." "Well, then, what were you fighting him about?" "That's my business." "Well, it's my business, too, when I find the name of my son posted for expulsion on the board of my pet club. You used to be sweet on Cheever's wife.
"There he is!" cried Cheever. "I say, you master of the hounds, come on over here. We want you." Blushing red His Highness approached the noisy group. "Did you ever play baseball, kid?" inquired the captain of the Harvard team. "I believe so once or twice," answered Walter soberly. "Want to come in with us as shortstop?" "Sure!" "I've a glove that will fit him," put in a man called Richardson.
In his fury he was convinced of the high and holy and cleanly necessity of murder. All of our basest deeds are always done with the noblest motives. Cheever forgot his own wickednesses in his mission to punish Dyckman. The assassination of Dyckman, he was utterly certain, would have been what Browning called "a spittle wiped from the beard of God."
And they were There! Jim Dyckman had always loved Charity Coe, but he let another man marry her a handsomer, livelier, more entertaining man with whom Dyckman was afraid to compete. A mingling of laziness and of modesty disarmed him. As soon as he saw how tempestuously Peter Cheever began his courtship, Dyckman withdrew from Miss Coe's entourage.
Toward morning he was comfortably settled in the library with an interesting book to while away an hour when his entertainer made the rounds to look after the fires. Returning to the library, the fireman found the theorist sound asleep in Dr. Ripley's big armchair. Giving the man a vigorous shake, John Cheever politely requested him not to snore quite so loud as he was disturbing the family.
But, alas! while, we have been thinking of other matters, Master Cheever's watchful eye has caught two boys at play. Now we shall see awful times. The two malefactors are summoned before the master's chair, wherein he sits with the terror of a judge upon his brow. Our old chair is now a judgment-seat. Ah, Master Cheever has taken down that terrible birch rod!
She knew that she could have made Jim hers long ago with a little less severity, a less harsh rebuff. The Church condemned her for openly divorcing her husband. She might have kept him on the leash and carried on the affair with Jim that Cheever accused her of if Jim had been complacent and stealthy. Or, she might have kept Jim at her heels till she was rid of Cheever and then have married him.
"I heard them murdering you in there and I Well, Mrs. Cheever asked me to look you up and see how you were getting along. I see you are." "Mrs. Cheever!" said Kedzie, searching her memory. Then, with great kindliness, "Oh yes! I remember her." "You've forgotten me, I suppose. I had the pleasure the sad pleasure of helping you out of the water at Mrs. Noxon's."
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