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"She mentioned it to me," evaded John, reluctant to relate the details of his conversation with Consuello. There appeared no reason, he thought, to bring her into the situation precipitated by Gibson's disappearance.
A girl threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. To John it was strikingly similar to the scene of an averted train wreck he had once inadvertently seen in a motion picture if the girl had been Consuello, dressed, say, in a neat and dashing riding habit or some other altogether inappropriate costume.
It was addressed to him and opening it he found that it was a note from Consuello. "My dear Mr. Gallant," he read, "could you and your dear mother accompany me home Sunday for dinner? I can arrange to call for you and bring you home in the car. I would be delighted to have you with me and am anxious for father and mother to meet Mrs. Gallant. Cordially, Consuello Carrillo." Since the night Mrs.
"The fact that I am compelled to use deputy sheriffs, who are county and not city employes, in my crusade will have its effect, demonstrating conclusively that the mayor does not intend to assist me in any way in doing what is his duty to keep Los Angeles clean." "Surely, you're not going to take your life in your hands again?" asked Consuello.
A theory was advanced that he had fled with "Gink" Cummings and this was gradually accepted generally as the hours passed and no trace of him could be found. Brennan waited until they were alone before he suggested to John that Consuello might be able to furnish a clew to Gibson's whereabouts. Thoughts of her had been flashing in and out of John's mind during the excitement of the morning.
"Where you stand Pio Pico once took me, as a child, in his arms. Here we danced and sang and loved and lived and here also will I die." Consuello and her mother returned and they walked out to the waiting automobile. "I have never had such a delightful day," John said to her father and mother as they took their seats in the machine. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart."
Then he would take her in his arms and beg her to listen while he told her of the love between him and Consuello, whom he was to meet later in the evening. He was absorbed in thinking of everything he would say to his mother when he got off the street car at the corner and walked toward his home.
Later in the week John was upset by the first dissension that had ever arisen between him and his mother. They were on the porch of their home in the evening when John recalled that he had overlooked asking Mrs. Gallant her opinion of Consuello.
His eyes met Gibson's steadily for two tense seconds. Then he saw Gibson turn from him to the girl as if he was not there. "Consuello," Gibson said. She rose. "Reggie," she said, "a friend, Mr. "John Gallant," John said, slowly. "Mr. Gallant, Mr. Gibson," she said. They shook hands. "I believe I saw Mr. Gallant several nights ago," Gibson said. John waited, wondering how Gibson would say it.
He could not think of her now as pitying him as he had when he berated himself after first having met her. Thoughts of Gibson and Brennan came back into his mind. He believed more than ever that Gibson was sincere. He could not force himself to believe that Gibson would intentionally violate the trust and faith Consuello had placed in him. He knew now that she cared for Gibson, perhaps loved him.
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