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Updated: May 14, 2025
Gatewood's club life was ended for a while; and there was no other man with whom he cared to embark for those brightly lighted harbors twinkling east of Suez across the metropolitan wastes. "It's very generous of me to get him married," he said frequently to himself, rather sadly. "I did it pretty well, too.
When I get my answer it will be time enough to think of Gatewood's punishment!" The judge leaned forward across the table, bringing his face close to Fentress' face. "Look at me do you know me now?" But Fentress' expression never altered. The judge fell back a step. "Fentress, I want the boy," he said quietly. "What boy?" "My grandson." "You are mad! What do I know of him or you?"
"This friend of Gatewood's had a wife " The judge's voice broke, emotion shook him like a leaf, he was tearing open his wounds. He reached over and poured himself a drink, sucking it down with greedy lips. "There was a wife " he whirled about on his heel and faced Fentress again. "There was a wife, Fentress " he fixed Fentress with his blazing eyes. "A wife and child.
Something in Gatewood's earnestness, in his jeering assurance and delighted certainty, made him, for one moment, feel doubtful, even uncomfortable. "What nonsense you talk," he said, recovering his equanimity. "Nothing on earth can prevent me driving to 38 East Eighty-third Street, getting my luggage, and taking the Boston express.
It proved an expensive enterprise for Gatewood's friend, since he came to trust the damned scoundrel more and more as time passed even large sums of his money were in Gatewood's hands " the judge paused. Fentress' countenance was like stone, as expressionless and as rigid.
But they had already passed out of earshot; and in a few moments the shady, sun-flecked bridle path was deserted again save for the birds and squirrels, and a single mounted policeman, rigid, wild eyed, twisting his mustache and breathing hard. The news of Gatewood's fate filled Kerns with a pleasure bordering upon melancholy.
Keen touched an electric button; a moment later a young girl entered the room. "Miss Southerland, Mr. Gatewood. Will you be kind enough to take Mr. Gatewood's dictation in Room 19?"
"Are you sure it's nothing to you?" demanded the judge hoarsely. "Understand this, Fentress. Gatewood's treachery brought ruin to at least two lives. It caused the woman's father to hide his face from the world, it wasn't enough for him that his friends believed his daughter dead; he knew differently and the shame of that knowledge ate into his soul.
This maneuver, and the slightest pressure of her shoulder, obliged her husband to begin a turning movement, so that Kerns might reasonably make his escape in the middle of Gatewood's sentence; which he did with nimble and circumspect agility.
Gatewood's turn was approaching; he waited without any definite emotion, watching newcomers enter to take the places of those who had been summoned. He hadn't the slightest idea of what he was to say; nor did it worry him.
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