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Updated: June 25, 2025
"By God" he used the name of the Creator softly, reverently, as if he were invoking aid from the Almighty "Brennan, I'll do it." Sunday morning John and his mother prepared for Consuello's visit to their modest little bungalow home. There was little that he could do to help, as Mrs.
They were beside her open casement window. It was a warm, bright Sunday morning and in a few minutes they would leave to meet his mother for the long-deferred visit to the home of Consuello's parents. "There have been stories of all kinds, told and untold, about Spring street," he said, "but do you know the one I like best?" She shook her head.
That's as much as I will tell you. The rest must come from her," Betty replied. She had talked with Gibson and yet she wanted to see him! Or, could Betty be mistaken? Had she interpreted Consuello's mood erroneously in coming for him? "Forgive me for my doubtfulness," he said, "but are you certain that she wants to see me?" A shade of exasperation crossed Betty's face.
Their luncheon finished, they walked to the street, where John found that the automobile placed at Consuello's disposal by Gibson he was certain of that now was waiting for her. "Back to the studio and work again," she said. "I'm so glad we were able to meet, today. I have enjoyed it more than you know. When Reggie returns we must arrange a dinner party the three of us.
He was reasonably certain that the automobile which Consuello told him was placed at her disposal by a "friend" was owned by Gibson, and that the long friendship between the two families, combined with privilege permitted by their engagement to be married, made it possible for her to accept such accommodation. How unlike his mother it had been for her to question Consuello's mode of living!
There was no doubt that Gibson was in love with her. Brennan was right in one thing, that Gibson was working to win Consuello's admiration, but he was wrong, as he had confessed was possible, in suspecting Gibson of a greed for power simply for power's sake. Where was Gibson, anyway? What was he doing? What would be his next move? Would the mayor remove Chief Sweeney at his demand?
Gallant that Consuello was Gibson's fiancee; in fact, Consuello's name had never been mentioned between them since the night that Mrs. Gallant had displayed her antipathy for her. He realized also that his mother would not be able to comprehend why Consuello met him in Gibson's absence and would probably consider it an unforgivable breach of etiquette.
He finally dismissed any apprehension created by this thought by recalling Consuello's apparent guilelessness. He fatigued his brain in a vain endeavor to decide upon some means of overcoming his mother's prejudice. Setting aside the fact that he wanted them to be friends, to know and find in each other the things he admired in them, the principle of the whole affair concerned him.
Gallant was smiling and patting Consuello's hand, which she held in both her own! Wondering what had happened to bring about such a happy scene, John strode toward it, smiling his happiest. He was about to speak when Mrs. Sprockett, allowing Alma to go to her father, grasped Consuello's hand and holding it tight against her breast, cried softly: "My dear, my dear, oh, what you have done for us!
He could not bring himself to believe that Brennan would deliberately lend himself to the mayor's plan to attack Gibson unless he actually believed that there was some reason to suspect the commissioner. There were but few developments in the feud between Gibson and the mayor during the week after Consuello's visit to the Gallant home.
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