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Updated: June 29, 2025
His jauntily-placed hat was a trifle, a mere suspicion, too small, and always he wore a dewy boutonnière of violets, while his thick, gray hair had a slight part behind which it pleased him to think gave the touch of distinction and originality he coveted. This was the lighter side of T. Victor Sprudell. The side of himself which he took most seriously was his intellectual side.
Sprudell sat down in his office chair, toying with a desk-fixture, while Bruce shoved both hands in his trousers' pockets and waited for him to speak. "Burt," he said finally, "I regret this unpleasantness, but the fact is you did not comply with the law you have never recorded and you are located out." "So you've taken advantage of the information with which I trusted you to jump my ground?"
I never dreamed that love was like this that it was such a spur such an incentive or that it could add so to the bitterness of failure. For I do love you, Helen; I see now that I have loved you from the time I saw you with Sprudell further back than that, from the time I shook your picture out of that old envelope.
It was extraordinary how half-a-dozen sentences should change the world! She was so incredibly happy that she could have cried. In her eagerness, she had read the first of Bruce's letter hastily so she had not grasped the full significance of what he had written of the part in his failure that Sprudell had played.
It troubled as well as puzzled Bruce for he could not think the meeting an accident because even he could see that Harrah and Sprudell moved in widely different stratas of society.
The unconscious object of the newspaper's attention was seated at a desk in the sitting-room of his suite in the Hotel Strathmore, alternately frowning and smiling in the effort of composition. Mr. Sprudell had a jaunty, colloquial style when he stooped to prose. "Easy of access, pay dirt from the grass roots, and a cinch to save," he was writing, when a knock upon the door interrupted him.
To see Bruce in the East and in the company of these men on top of Dill's telegram was a culminating blow to Sprudell, as effective as though it had been planned.
This was a blow, for Bruce counted him his only friend. Bruce had neither the time nor money to go East and try to undo the harm Sprudell had done, and, furthermore, little heart for the task of setting himself right with people so ready to believe. There was just one thing that remained for Bruce to do.
And later, an afternoon extra in which his demise was featured and his delicate, unostentatious charities described not that he could think of any, but he presumed that that was the usual thing. But this this miserable finality! Unconsciously Sprudell groaned.
In the first place they were frankly amused and interested by her request; and, in the second, while Sprudell had succeeded in shaking their confidence in Bruce he had not inspired any liking for himself. Besides, he had not been able to conceal his eagerness and they felt that his offer would keep.
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