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Updated: June 4, 2025
Graylock's square jaw tightened and his steady eyes seemed to grow even paler; but Quair, as though perfectly unconscious of this man's record with the wife of his closest friend, and of the rumors which connected him so seriously with Cecile White, swung his leg unconcernedly, where it dangled over the table's edge, and smiled frankly and knowingly upon Graylock: "There's always somebody to marry that sort of girl; all mush isn't on the breakfast table.
Something out of the usual run must have happened, for a score of people with umbrellas over their heads could be seen in what seemed to be attitudes of curiosity, necks being craned and eyes turned toward the store. Among them he saw several whom he knew had held positions in Mr. Graylock's employ, and this was a very suspicious fact.
So she waited until it was plain that no messenger was coming; then she rose from the chair and stood gazing out into the wintry darkness through the dirty basement window. Clocks were striking eleven. As she turned to go her eye fell upon the telephone. She hesitated. But the memory of Drene's eyes, their wistfulness and trust decided her. After a little waiting she got Graylock's apartment.
Morrison hung on his words as if they thrilled her to the core; her boy was an actor in this strange little drama that was being gradually unfolded, and when the final scene was reached it would be found that Dick had had more than his share to do with the solving of the riddle as to what had become of Mr. Graylock's missing securities. Just as Mr.
"But he did not happen to think of it?" interjected Dick. "Oh! he says he would have come around to that idea after he had made positive that none of us poor beggars in the bank had purloined Mr. Graylock's bundle; but all the same he was mighty greedy to hear every detail of what happened that day.
After a few moments he stepped nearer, detached the sheet for the present month, then one by one tore off the remaining sheets until he came to the month marked December, Graylock watching him all the while. "I think it happened on Christmas," remarked Drene turning toward the other and laying a finger on the number 25 printed in red. Graylock's head bent slightly. "Very well.
After a strained silence, Guilder said: "There is a mode of dealing with those who have injured you, which is radically different " "I deal with such people in my own fashion!" "But, after all, the infamy is Graylock's. Why oblige him by sharing it with him?" "Do you know what he did to me and mine?" "A few of us know," said Guilder, gently, " your old friends."
And it's all true all true what we believed as little boys." He looked up at Graylock, then closed his eyes with the shadow of a smile in them. "Good-bye Jack," he whispered. Graylock's mouth quivered, his lips moved in speech; and perhaps Drene heard and understood, for he opened his eyes and looked once more at his boyhood friend.
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