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He scratched his head and prepared to go down town. He was still frowning. As he came into the hall he encountered the girl, who was now looking after another chamber. She had on a white dusting cap, beneath which her chubby face shone good-naturedly. Drouet almost forgot his worry in the fact that she was smiling on him.
He's a way-up Mason, and that goes a long way. He's got a secret sign that stands for something." Drouet resolved then and there that he would take more interest in such matters. So when he got back to Chicago he repaired to his local lodge headquarters. "I say, Drouet," said Mr.
"If he had opened the drawer," I pointed out, "and been killed in the act of opening it, it would have been found open. I had thought that perhaps it closed of itself, but you see that it does not. You have to push it shut, and then snap the handle up into place." "That's true," Godfrey assented, "and it sounds pretty conclusive. If it is true of Vantine, it is also true of Drouet.
Hurstwood was interestedly remarking to Carrie. "Honest to God, mister, I'm without a place to sleep." The plea was that of a gaunt-faced man of about thirty, who looked the picture of privation and wretchedness. Drouet was the first to see. He handed over a dime with an upwelling feeling of pity in his heart. Hurstwood scarcely noticed the incident. Carrie quickly forgot.
"No," said Drouet, "only fun. If you never play for more than that, you will go to Heaven." "Don't you moralise," said Hurstwood to Carrie gently, "until you see what becomes of the money." Drouet smiled. "If your husband gets them, he'll tell you how bad it is." Drouet laughed loud.
She was glad to be out of the flat, because already she felt that it was a narrow, humdrum place, and that interest and joy lay elsewhere. Her thoughts now were of a more liberal character, and she punctuated them with speculations as to the whereabouts of Drouet.
"The killing, whatever its cause, was done out there in the ante-room, not in here." "What makes you think that?" "We believe that Drouet came here to get Vantine's permission to open this drawer and get the letters, no doubt representing himself as the agent of their owner." "I think it's a pretty good guess," said Godfrey, pensively.
She must go now and return the money. Drouet was on the corner when she came up. " Hello," he said, " where is the jacket and"-looking down-" the shoes?" Carrie had thought lead up to her decision in some intelligent way, but this swept the whole fore-schemed situation by the board. " I came to tell you that-that I can't take the money." " Oh, that's it, is it?" he returned.
"What's become of Caryoe?" remarked Hurstwood. "I haven't seen him around here in two weeks." "Laid up, they say," exclaimed Drouet. "Say, he's a gouty old boy!" "Made a lot of money in his time, though, hasn't he?" "Yes, wads of it," returned Drouet. "He won't live much longer. Barely comes down to the office now." "Just one boy, hasn't he?" asked Hurstwood.
At Drouet d'Erlon he hurled this question, "Are you not going to get yourself killed?" In the midst of all that artillery engaged in crushing a handful of men, he shouted: "So there is nothing for me! Oh! I should like to have all these English bullets enter my bowels!" Unhappy man, thou wert reserved for French bullets! The rout behind the Guard was melancholy.
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