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Estabrook, the housekeeper. As the week drew to a close, she said, one evening after the boys had retired: "How much longer is the office boy to stay here, Mr. Reynolds?" "Why do you ask?" inquired the broker. "Only with reference to domestic arrangements," answered the housekeeper, disconcerted. "He will remain for a considerable time, Mrs. Estabrook."
In Estabrook, loath to acknowledge herself disappointed, she found another, and lost that. But she considered this scarcely a mishap, for she couldn't have lived upon what it paid anyway. Moreover she was becoming rapidly afraid of this country; it was bigger and she was littler than she had supposed.
And yet, when I had signaled to Estabrook, when he, without a word, had come, and when I felt the excitement most keenly, I found myself impressed not with the necessities of the moment, but rather with the extraordinary grotesqueness of the situation. "Take her about the knees," said I, and then touched his elbow. "Estabrook," I added, "this mind you happens in a twentieth-century metropolis."
The only reply to this was the sound of breathing and one little cough that sounded human. The Judge reached behind him with one long arm, feeling around the little table by the window for some object. At last his fingers closed on it and I knew he had the little bronze elephant that now stands on the mantel, where Mrs. Estabrook turns it so it will not show that it has lost its tail.
Her knowledge of horses was the slightest, and in reading of horse races she had not imagined that there could be such a thrill in speeding along a stretch of good road behind a pair of registered roadsters, the flower of the Estabrook stock, driven by so intrepid and skillful a whip as Mrs. Sally Owen. "I guess that mile would worry the boys some," observed Mrs.
As he looked up at me, however, it suddenly seemed to me that he had grown old; behind his smile of warm greeting I fancied I could observe a haunted look, the ghostly flickering forth of some unwelcome thought held in the subconsciousness. "Why, Estabrook!" he cried, when he had seen me. "Bless my soul, I didn't know you would be so prompt.
"I am so glad to see you." Willis submitted reluctantly to his stepmother's caress, and threw himself into a rocking chair opposite her. "Are you well, Willis?" asked Mrs. Estabrook, anxiously. "Yes, I'm well enough," muttered the young man. "I thought you looked out of sorts." "I feel so." "Is anything the matter?" "Yes; I'm sick of working at such starvation wages."
Chance, as you now know, threw him into a place where he was no longer a stranger to me. He became a visitor to the "Man with the Rolling Eye," though I believe he used to call my automaton "The Sheik of Baalbec." It was my delight to beat him in a battle of skill and at the same time, from my peephole, scan his face to read his character. At last one day he brought this young man, Estabrook.
Reynolds, and by you," she said, her voice trembling with passion. "I have brought no such charge, Mrs. Estabrook. I have only explained how there may be doubt of your claim to the money." "I thought you knew me better, sir." "I think I do, and I also think I know Grant better than to think him capable of abstracting your bonds.
At any rate, Estabrook asked me what I knew and I told him all that I have written about Virginia, that she seemed to feel the existence of something the other side of her bedroom wall, about MacMechem's notes on the case, the game of life and death I was playing, my conversation with the old servant, and for full measure, I told him where I had learned to place a blow behind a gentleman's ear.
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