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"There goes Wilkes," said Claybrook. "You remember Wilkes out at Camp? Had charge of the Post Exchange." She hoped she had escaped recognition. As if for protection she slipped farther down in the seat and was less troubled by the wind.
Mary Louise and Claybrook arrived at eight-thirty. At eight thirty-five Thompson produced a flask from a desk drawer and mixed up a couple of high balls with an air of grave deliberation. The glasses were placed on the folding bridge table and remained there throughout the evening, Mrs. Thompson stooping over and taking delicate sips from her husband's glass every now and then.
He reached over and gave Mary Louise a little shove on the elbow, from which she recoiled. Joe made no further reply; they waited for what he might say. And directly Claybrook tried again: "And how about my old car? Take that in, I suppose?" "We'll take it and do the best we can to sell it for you," said Joe, without looking back. The water still dripped from his cap on to the cushion.
Who brought him in?" "This lad one of the schoolboys. You showed good judgment, Blake, and it was a mighty fortunate thing that you were there," observed the surgeon, passing on. "The Claybrook Road?" repeated the puzzled principal. "You were on the Claybrook Road, Blake? And what were you doing there at this time of day?" With throbbing heart Van suddenly came to himself.
Claybrook had been strangely quiet ever since they had left the garage. She could feel him watching her and she tried not to notice it.
Mary Louise was seeing quite a lot of Claybrook. First there had been the business of going over the books, although that had not taken much time. "Just to make sure how things stand," he had laughed and she had been only too eager to acquiesce. Then there was the business of making out the notes. Six months and one year they had been, ample time enough on considering the progress of the business.
Before following the waiting boy, she held out her hand impulsively to Claybrook and looked into his eyes. "Thank you so much," she said. "I don't know what I would have done without you. It's all so ridiculous. Tell you all about it sometime." She left him standing there in front of the desk, with a puzzled look upon his face, a big, reliant, kindly figure. He had not asked her a single question.
Claybrook was a bit crude at times, or at least he was not quite awake to some of the finer sensibilities. But he was a kindly man and doing well. He was the sort you could depend on. Business was cruel. You had to overlook certain things, for instance Maida. But Joe! Well, it was too bad. He just didn't have the knack. She crossed the street. The glare was terrific.
The clerk disappeared again. Mary Louise was hot and embarrassed and uncomfortable. She looked up and saw Claybrook regarding her quizzically but kindly. He seemed very big and she warmed to him. He asked her no questions. She was about to speak when the clerk returned again and, calling a bell-boy, tossed out a key to him, bowed, and murmured, "Six fourteen," indicating Mary Louise.
The motor settled down to the business of climbing, and once Claybrook turned to her with a look of appreciation. "Some park, this." She hardly heard him, so intent was she on watching the road and the occasional glimpses, through the tangle, of declivitous stretches strewn with trunks of fallen trees and rank vegetation, down which the wind went wandering with vague whisperings.
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