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Updated: June 22, 2025
How proud she would be made by Gibson's dramatic coup! John envied Gibson in that moment which he now pictured, when Gibson would meet Consuello after it was all over. The automatic that Gibson had given him dug into his side as he slouched back in the seat. He drew it and put it into his coat pocket.
As this recollection came into his mind, it also occurred to him that his mother had never volunteered to say anything of Consuello after her visit to their home the previous Sunday. "Mother, dear," he said, "tell me, did you like Miss Carrillo?" He felt that the question was almost unnecessary and asked it casually. He was surprised when she hesitated before answering.
The realization shocked him and he felt a hate for Gibson, the deceiver, surge through him. But he knew that this hate was engendered more by the fact that Gibson was misleading Consuello than that he was a political Judas, betraying his city for "Gink" Cummings' stolen silver.
They sat grouped in a semi-circle and several times certain scenes were flashed on the screen repeatedly for closer observation. The girl he saw on the screen was much more like Consuello in real life than the girl he had seen before the camera.
"Very well," Gibson turned leisurely and they watched him walk away. He was only slightly incensed by Gibson's deliberate insult in strolling away without acknowledging, by even so much as a nod of his head, their introduction to each other by Consuello. He felt a tinge of satisfaction, of even vengeance.
John looked toward Consuello and heard her say: "No, thanks; it's only a few blocks home and we'll walk it's such a a a glorious night." Consuello was the first to speak as they passed through the studio gateway to the sidewalk overhung by the drooping branches of tall pepper trees. "It's not far," she said.
"Will you do me this favor, Gallant?" he continued. "Will you publish tomorrow that you have seen me and that I've started search for Cummings and won't return to Los Angeles until I bring him back with me? Just that much and no more." "That much and no more," John promised. Then Gibson turned toward Consuello. She had bowed her head in her hand.
"It would be wonderful." "If you can be at the studio at nine?" "I'll be there." "And you'll explain how it is to your mother and tell her how sorry I am, won't you?" "She'll understand." He felt he was not trifling as much with truth in that answer. Carrying out a conclusion he reached during the day, John did not tell his mother of his conversation over the telephone with Consuello.
A little later all thoughts of Gibson and the suggestion that Consuello be consulted in the search for him fled from their heads when they were called by telephone and told that Murphy was sinking rapidly and was not expected to live many more hours. Together they hurried to the Clara Barton hospital.
Flustered by the boldness of the question put to him so directly, a thought flashed into his mind of Betty's frank declaration that she knew he loved Consuello. Then he discovered the reason why his mother had been so perturbed by his frequent meetings with her. She, too, undoubtedly knew he was in love! While these thoughts were racing through his head, Gibson put his hand on his shoulder.
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