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"No, they don't," answered Droom with a laugh that sounded like a snarl. It took Eddie two days to comprehend. "I saw the girl to-day that young Graydon Bansemer is to marry Miss Cable." "Say, she's swell, isn't she?" said Eddie. The old man slunk into his chair. "She's very pretty. Mr. Graydon introduced me to her." "Gee!" was all Eddie could say.
The master felt more secure than when he left the home of David Cable earlier in the night. Elias Droom said at parting: "I don't like your attitude toward Mrs. C. It's not very manly to make war on a woman." "My good Elias," said Bansemer, complacently surveying himself in the small mirror across the stall, "all men make war on women, one way or another."
You've heard of him, I daresay. He says it will mean a great deal to me here in Chicago." "You are not going into politics?" scornfully. "Elias, I'm pretty bad, but I'm not bad enough for local politics." They heard someone at the outer door at that moment, and Droom glided forth from the inner room to greet the visitor. It was Eddie Deever. "Say, Mr. Droom, do you suppose Mr.
It didn't make me any better to learn who my father was. It made me wiser, that's all. How's your father?" After this night Graydon saw the old man often. They dined together occasionally in the small cafes on the West Side. Droom could not, for some reason known only to himself, be induced to go to Sherry's again.
"He's bound to see you, sir." "Well, then, show him in!" snarled Bansemer. "Mr. Bansemer will see you, sir," said Droom suavely, opening the door suddenly. "Thanks," said Harbert shortly. He entered the private office and faced the lawyer, who was standing near his desk. "I've taken advantage of your invitation to drop in and see you." "This is one of my busy days, Mr.
Take an old man's advice, both of you, and let bygones be bygones. Start life now, just as if nothing had happened before, and get every atom of happiness out of it that you can. Don't you two pay for the sins of your fathers." "I couldn't live in New York if he were living here," murmured Jane. "Hey, waiter, your bill," said Droom, with sudden harshness.
Say, who was that swell woman I saw coming out of your office to-day? I was up at Mr. Hornbrook's." Droom hesitated a moment. He seemed to be weighing everything he said. "I suspect it was young Bansemer's future mother-in-law," he said. "Mrs. David Cable was there this afternoon about three." "Gee," laughed Eddie. "Does she need a lawyer?" "Mr. Bansemer transacted business for her some time ago.
"I'm going to stand my ground," said Bansemer, steadily drumming on the table with his stiff fingers. "They can't prove anything, and the man who makes a charge against me will have to substantiate it. I'll not run a step." "Then," said Droom, coarsely, "you must let Mrs. Cable alone. She is your danger signal. I tell you, Mr. Bansemer, she'll fight if you drive her into a corner.
For an hour the work went on, and then Droom dismissed the workers with their pay. The storage van men were there to carry the boxes away. Graydon sat still and saw the offices divested. Secondhand dealers hurried off with the furniture, the pictures and the rugs; an expressman came in for the things that belonged to Elias Droom. "There," said the clerk, tossing the umbrella into a corner.
He loved it best because it was a bust and did not expose his longitudinal defects. If Droom ever had entertained a feminine visitor in his apartments, there is no record of the fact. But few men had seen the interior of his home, and they had gone away with distressed, perplexed sensibilities.
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