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Gallant while John had a momentary apprehension that Mrs. Sprockett's condition might be the result of a discovery that her daughter had visited the corner motion picture theater surreptitiously. "She's gone," Mrs. Sprockett gasped. "Gone?" Mrs. Gallant exclaimed. "Gone," Mrs. Sprockett repeated, and then, with a sob of despair, she added, "Kidnaped!"
"No," he said, shortly, an impulse rising in him to add, "and you know it." "I beg your pardon," said Mrs. Sprockett's husband, humbly. "She didn't say, you know I thought she might have the baby " As on the night of his father's death John heard the Sprockett infant, who, he had a vague idea, was the eleventh or twelfth, wailing somewhere in the Sprockett home.
"I'll owe a debt I can never repay to the one who brings her back to me." The photograph of Alma and the brief story that went with it appeared in the second edition and John wondered if Mrs. Sprockett's husband had dared to make the suggestion that had sent his wife to the police. Soon after Mrs.
A head the head of the little girl his father had so often petted as he strode up the walk when he came home from work shut off the light. He heard a scuffle of feet and she was pulled from the window. Mrs. Sprockett's husband, in his shirt sleeves, came over and stood on the sidewalk. "Is Maude in there with your mother?" he asked. John looked at him, without a word. "Beg your pardon," said Mrs.
"I think you're right," he said, remembering how Alma had begged him to refrain from telling anyone that he had seen her leaving the picture show. "Don't say a word about what I've said to you, will you?" asked Mrs. Sprockett's husband, involuntarily shrinking away from the steps. "Never fear," John assured him, "and if I can help, let me know."
He could see that his mother was interested, pleased, and he was relieved that Consuello alleviated the awkwardness imposed by the absence of someone to wait upon them. He left the table once to answer a ring at the door and found Mrs. Sprockett's husband there, coatless and collarless as usual. "Is Maude here?" asked Mrs.
Sprockett's husband, trying to appear as though he was not peering past John, which he was. John was certain that Mrs. Sprockett's husband knew as well as he did that Mrs. Sprockett was not with them. He had more than a suspicion that Mr. Sprockett, having seen the automobile bring Consuello, had crossed the street out of pure curiosity.
Sprockett's husband, backing away. "She didn't say didn't leave any word and the baby and " The crying of the Sprockett baby could be heard faintly. "I didn't think I I " and Mrs. Sprockett's husband turned awkwardly and went back to the house. Everything was quiet, so quiet that it startled him. A mocking bird warbled in a tree by the porch.
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