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She was a sensible little woman, and she would know that his failure to appear was due to something unavoidable and important, but Orme's conscience bothered him a little because he had not, before setting out that morning, telephoned to her that he might be detained. Bessie Wallingham! She knew the girl! Why had he not thought of that before? He got the Wallinghams' number. Were they at home?
I don't believe I shall find our men so far behind, for point of view and grasp and dispatch. Of course there's always Wallingham to make a standard for us all. But they haven't got so many Wallinghams." "Wasn't it Wallingham, Louisa, that Mr Milburn was saying at breakfast was such a dangerous man? So able, he said, but dangerous. Something to do with the tariff."
He had got the wheel clear of the street and was taking off the burst tire. "We seem fated to meet," she said. Orme looked up at her. "I hope you won't think me a cad," he said, "if I say that I hope we may meet many times." Her little frown warned him that she had misunderstood. "Do you happen to know the Tom Wallinghams?" he asked. Her smile returned.
Here the ice tinkled in cool glasses, and women laughed happily, and every one was under the spell of the velvety summer evening; but he had looked into the face of Love and the face of Death and both were still near to his heart. He found a servant and asked for the Wallinghams. "Mr. Wallingham has left, sir," said the man, "but Mrs. Wallingham is here." "Ask her if Mr. Orme may speak to her."
He could think of no better plan than to call that evening on the Wallinghams and describe the unknown to Bessie and try to get her assistance. Bessie would divine the situation, and she would guy him unmercifully, he knew; but he would face even that for another glimpse of the girl of the car. And at that moment he was startled by a sharp explosion. He looked to the street.
She was in the car before he could offer to help her. "Thank you again," she said. "If only you will let me arrange it with the Wallinghams," he faltered. "I will think about it." She smiled. He felt that she was slipping away. "Give me some clue," he begged. "Where is your spirit of romance?" she railed at him; then apparently relenting: "Perhaps the next time we meet " Orme groaned.
"I called up the Père Marquette about five minutes ago, and the clerk said that you had just been talking to him on the wire, but that he didn't know where you were. Then I remembered that you knew the Wallinghams, and I came to Tom's office to see if he had any idea where you were. I was on my way when I passed you in the elevator." "Tom and Bessie are at Glenview," explained Orme.
"At ten o'clock," he said to himself, "if I have not found her, I will look at the papers or go to the police do whatever is necessary." He did not like to break promises or miss engagements. There was his engagement with the Wallinghams. It had absolutely gone from his mind. Bessie would forgive him, of course.
"I fear that the one chance is the mere possibility that Maku couldn't read the directions. Then, if Walsh will speak out " "Now, let me say something," he said. "My name is Robert Orme. Apparently we have common friends in the Wallinghams. When I first saw you this afternoon, I felt that I might have a right to your acquaintance a social right, if you like; a sympathetic right, I trust."
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