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"A nice sentiment!" said Gatewood hotly. "Can't help it; you see I'm forbidden to monkey with the eternal looms or weave the forbidden into the pattern of my life." Gatewood sat silent for a moment, then looked up at Kerns with something so closely akin to a grin that his friend became interested in its scarcely veiled significance, and grinned in reply.
"I was going to say that I know a girl," continued Gatewood, "who is just the sort of a girl you " "No, she isn't!" said Kerns, wheeling to resume his progress toward the cloakroom. "Tom!" Kerns halted. "You're a fine specimen!" commented Gatewood scornfully.
"I said wife," replied Kerns, as he calmly watched his man. He had managed it well, so far, and he was wise enough not to overdo it. An interval of silence was what the situation required. "I wish I had a wife," muttered Gatewood after a long pause. "Oh, haven't you said that every day for five years? Wife! Look at the willing assortment of dreams playing Sally Waters around town.
"Now I know a girl " began Gatewood; but his wife was still speaking to Kerns, so he circled around them, politely suppressing the excitement of a sudden idea struggling for utterance. Mrs. Gatewood was saying: "I do wish John would go to his clubs occasionally. Because a man is married is no reason for his losing touch with his clubs "
May I speak frankly?" "Well, when I come back from Boston " "Because I know a girl," interrupted Gatewood "wait a moment, Tommy!" as Kerns rose and sauntered toward the door "you've plenty of time to catch your train and be civil, too! I mean to tell you about that girl, if you'll listen." Kerns halted and turned upon his friend a pair of eyes, unwinking in their placid intelligence.
Go and be her joy and sunshine." "I'll put an end to this whole business," said Gatewood wrathfully, "and I'll do it now!" "Bet you that you're engaged within the week!" said Kerns with a placid smile. The other swung around savagely: "What will you bet, Tommy? You may have what odds you please. I'll make you sit up for this."
"I'll bet you," answered Kerns, deliberately, "an entire silver dinner service against a saddle horse for the bride." "That's a fool bet!" snapped Gatewood. "What do you mean?" "Oh, if you don't care to " "What do I want of a silver service? But, all right; I'll bet you anything." "She'll want it," replied Kerns significantly, booking the bet.
"Sorry, but I must insist on holding you," replied Gatewood, laughing. "You're going to your doom. Come on! I'll see you as far as the cab door." They walked out, and Kerns gave the cabby the street and number and entered the hansom. "Now," said Gatewood, "you're in for it! You're done for! You can't help yourself!
"Exactly." "And and what am I to do?" "Ride in the Park, child! And if you see Mr. Gatewood, don't you dare take your eyes off him for one moment. Watch him; observe everything he does. If he should recognize you and speak to you, be as amiable to him as though it were not by my orders." "Then then I am to be a detective!" she faltered. The Tracer did not appear to hear her.
Keen where Miss Southerland had gone. And when the Tracer replied that, considering the business he had undertaken for Mr. Gatewood, he really could not see why Mr. Gatewood should interest himself concerning the whereabouts of Miss Southerland, the young man had nothing to say, and escaped as soon as possible, enraged at himself, at Mr.
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