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In his unsuspecting delight in being able to explain to his mother why Consuello lived apart from her parents, he had completely overlooked her foible in disliking motion picture players simply because they were members of that profession. Likewise he had forgotten precaution by telling her that Consuello had received him in her dressing room.
"I often wonder why she is," he added, returning Betty's smile. "She likes you," said Betty, with a frankness that startled him a little. He glanced toward Consuello and saw that she was regarding Betty with an amused look. Betty moved toward a door at the side of the room. "Will you care if I leave you?" she said. "Please do not think it rudeness.
I'll hand it to you, you've got nerve." Gibson smiled again as he turned to John. "And you, Gallant?" he asked. "I hope " he began. "I know you do," Gibson said. "Do you know why I let you and Brennan in on this?" Oddly, a thought of Consuello came into John's mind. "Well," Gibson explained, "I saw you that night you mixed it with Battling Rodriguez out at Vernon.
Sprockett left the office, John, unable to wait a minute longer without hearing her voice, telephoned to Consuello's home. He wanted to tell her again that he loved her, and again and again, and he wanted to hear her tell him, as she had before he left her, that her "dreamings had come true, the brightest and the best." But it was Betty instead of Consuello who answered his call.
What he is afraid of and what the people of the city want is action." "And who is this man, 'Gink' Cummings?" put in Consuello, who had been listening intently to the conversation between the two men. "'Gink' Cummings, my dear," said Gibson, "is the boss of the element I hope to drive out of Los Angeles.
He realized that if anyone knew where Gibson was it would be Consuello, and again he had the disheartening apprehension that, faithful to her love, she might be in flight with the man she was to have married. "I don't like to speak of it she's probably very much upset by what has happened today but there's only one person who may know where Gibson is," said Brennan, "and that's Miss Carrillo."
He closed his eyes as the old man spoke and into his mind came the pictures of the Los Angeles of other days, the romance and adventure of the drowsy little town that has become the greatest city of the West. A full moon touched the house, the lawn, the trees, with silver. Consuello, too, he saw, was dreaming of the days of long ago.
"Mother, dearest," he said, "I know what you have been thinking, but you are wrong. Consuello is a wonderful girl and sometimes I cannot understand why she has been so kind to me. She is only a friend, dearest, and you mustn't think that your boy is in love with her or that she is in love with him." Mrs. Gallant smiled up to him. "You think a lot of her," she said. "I do," he admitted.
While Gibson seemed absolutely frank and to have put the question only incidentally, John had a feeling that it was something more than a mere interrogation. He scanned Gibson's face for a trace of a betrayal of his purpose in putting the question to him. "Easily," he replied. "You are both more than kind to me," Consuello said.
A few minutes later the automobile which had brought Consuello glided up to a halt in front of the house and, glancing at her wrist watch, she arose. "I must be going," she said. "It's my turn now to thank you for a wonderful day, Mrs. Gallant; you will promise to meet father and mother, won't you?" "I would be delighted," Mrs. Gallant said. They escorted her to the waiting automobile.
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