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"Well then if you don't mind Worth, I'll go and use Vandeman's phone put my office wise to these Brundage clews of yours." Worth nodded. No social scruples were his. I had by no means given up the belief that Skeels in jail at Tiajuana, would still turn out to be one of the gang.
"Vandeman's already gone home. Tell you he stood by well, Barbara that tailor's dummy! Surprised me. No, no. Didn't let Jim Edwards come with us; so broken up I didn't want him along only hurt our case over here, the way he is now." "Your case?" she spoke out clearly. "What is the situation?" "A murder charge against Worth on the secret files.
Our young cub of a doctor, silver buttoned velveteen coat off, sleeves rolled up, hailed us cheerily, "That bullet went where it could get the most blood for the least harm, I'd say. Have her all right in a jiffy. At that, if it had been a little further to one side " And I knew that Edward Clayte's bullet Bronson Vandeman's had narrowly missed Barbara's heart.
Would you say he had it in his head right then to murder you or Barbara if you came too hot on his trail?" "Me?" I echoed sheepishly. "He never paid me that compliment. He wasn't afraid of me. I think Barbara sealed her own fate, so far as he was concerned, when she let Worth pique her into doing a concentrating stunt at Vandeman's dinner table last night.
Even Ina Vandeman's effrontery wouldn't carry her to a finish on that. I completed it for her, explicitly, "Mrs. Vandeman, whether you are detained as an accomplice or merely a material witness, I'm responsible for you. I would have the authority to allow you to go with your sister; but you'll not be permitted to even enter the bungalow." "It's nearly midnight," she protested.
Keep it from mother if you can. I'm leaving but we'll get it all fixed up. How did you get here? Can I take you back in the limousine?" The big, closed car, one of Vandeman's wedding gifts to her, purred slowly up the side drive, circling Skeet's old truck, and stopped a little beyond. Skeet gave it one glance, then reached a twitching hand to catch on the big silken sleeve.
Halfway, Cora Thornhill all but finished me by looking out from the living room, and calling in Ina Vandeman's voice, "Erne, show Mr. Boyne out, won't you?" Ernestine completed the job when she answered in Ina Vandeman's voice, also "Yes, dear; I will." It was only the scraps of me that she swept out through the front door. I stood on the porch and mopped my brow.
I found Barbara with Laura Bowman, every one else off the place, out at the shows. Those girls sure were good to me; they fed me and didn't ask questions till I was ready to talk. Nothing to be said really, except that I'd failed. I told them of meeting the Vandemans, and gave them Ina Vandeman's opinion as to how Worth's friends should conduct themselves just now.
And on the instant, Ina Vandeman's clear, high voice called down the stair, "Bring Mr. Boyne up now." Skeet stepped aside for me to pass. I suppose I looked as startled as I felt, for on my way to the house, I had seen Mrs. Vandeman drive past toward town. I stood there at a loss, and finally said aimlessly, "Your sister thinks it's all right?" "My sister?"
Worth let that pass, though I could see he wasn't convinced by Vandeman's sentimentalities, any more than I was. After the man had gone, I turned on Worth sharply, with, "Why the devil did you tell that pink-tea proposition about your dealings with the Van Ness Avenue bank?" "Safety valve, I guess. I get up too heavy a load of steam, and it's easy to blow it off to Vandeman.
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