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"Don't worry about me. They can't down James Bansemer. You may leave Chicago; I'll stay! Goodbye, Graydon!" "Good-bye, dad!" They shook hands without flinching and the young man left the room. On the threshold the father called after him: "Where do you expect to go?" "I don't know!" Droom was talking to a youth who held a notebook in his hand and who appeared frightened and embarrassed.
"It is a quick way a sure way," he muttered. "I haven't anything to live for and but a few years at most. Nobody cares whether I live or die not even I. James Bansemer could not batter me down, as he surely will, if I " He crossed to an old chest and unlocked its lid with feverish haste. A bundle of papers came up in the grasp of his tense fingers.
Droom answered his questions with a direct tenderness that surprised even himself. He kept much to himself, however, and advised the young man to reserve judgment until after he had heard his father's side of the story. "I've been loyal to James Bansemer, Graydon, and I'll still be loyal to him. He's not done right by other people, but he has tried to do right by you."
"Oh, David, you CAN'T say that," she cried joyously. "I shall say it, dear old partner. I shall say that you took her from the asylum with my consent. There is only James Bansemer to call me a liar, and he will not dare!" "That old man Droom, David his clerk. The man who saved me he knows." "He is in the boat with his master. He DID save you, though. I'll spare him much for that.
Bansemer called for the bill and settled it; then slowly rising, ostentatiously waved his adieus to the alcove and deserted the scene for Chapin & Gore's Droom meekly followed him employer. For some time, neither spoke. In their stall, each was busy with his own thoughts and speculations. "I think I've made a mess of it with Mr. Cable," began Banseemer. "She "
The two had found a joint affinity in Napoleon, although it became necessary for the law student to sit up late at night, neglecting other literature, in order to establish anything like an adequate acquaintance with the lamented Corsican. Rigby was now morally certain that James Bansemer was all that Harbert had painted.
He found his father dressed and ready to go out to dinner. "Well, how was everything to-day?" asked James Bansemer from his easy chair in the library. Graydon threw his hat and gloves on the table. "Terribly dull market, governor," he said. "It's been that way for a week. How are you feeling?" "Fit to dine with a queen," answered the older man, with a smile.
Jane was not born with a silver spoon, you know." "And yet she is Jane Cable," said the young man proudly. Then he hurried on down to the expectant, throbbing Jane. Frances Cable sat at her escritoire for an hour, her brain working with feverish energy. She was seeking out the right step to take in advance of James Bansemer.
With renewed zest Bansemer finished with the bayonet his own assailant, and saw the man fall on top of poor Adams and Relander. Suddenly there was an exultant yell from the enemy. Instinctively Bansemer knew that one side of the square had given way. Quickly turning, he rushed to give his aid, and just in time caught the arm of a native about to slash him with a huge knife.
It did not occur to him until later that the easiest and most effective way to drive Bansemer from Chicago without scandal was through Elias Droom. When the thought came to him, however, he rejoiced. The new plan was to sow the seeds of apprehension with Droom; Bansemer would not be long in reaping their harvest of dismay.
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