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Once or twice she had seen him riding with Miss Hemingway, and thought that, after all, that was a girl better suited to him, and perhaps if he had no hope whatever of her he might turn to the other to his own advantage.
Lee treated you mean, so there," Addie Hemingway said to Evelyn when they had left the room. Evelyn said nothing. Her face continued pale and shocked. It was inconceivable to her that anybody, least of all Mr. Lee, could have spoken so to her. "He's treating you like a child," Addie Hemingway continued. "Mr. Lee has no right to speak so to seniors."
A man always respects his wife's judgment more when it tallies with his own convictions. The Hemingways insisted that Peter should spend some time in England. Mrs. Hemingway was going over to Paris presently, and he could accompany her. In the meantime she wanted him to meet certain English friends of hers. Peter was perfectly willing to wait.
He slid into a chair, and across the table fastened his eyes on those of his friend. Confidently and undisturbed, but with a wry smile of dislike, Hemingway stared fixedly back at him. "What," demanded Harris, "is the first rule in detective work?" Hemingway started. He was prepared for something unpleasant, but not for that particular form of unpleasantness.
In the tropics the tender emotions are not winter killed. Had they met at home, the conventions, his own work, her social duties would have kept the progress of their interest within a certain speed limit. But they were in a place free of conventions, and the preceding eight months which Hemingway had spent in the jungle and on the plain had made the society of his fellow man, and of Mrs.
The result was that a few very able men were elected to the convention as Democrats, such men, for instance, as John W.C. Watson, and William M. Compton, of Marshall County, and William L. Hemingway, of Carroll, who was elected State Treasurer by the Democrats in 1875, and to whom a more extended reference will be made in a subsequent chapter.
He was enchanted with London, and although he would have preferred to be turned foot-loose to prowl indefinitely, his affection for Mrs. Hemingway made him amenable to her discipline. At her command he went with Hemingway to the latter's tailor. To please her he duteously obeyed Hemingway's fastidious instructions as to habiliments.
Hemingway took a look at the stuff slowly oozing out of a corner of the box. "My bet is nitroglycerine -what the bank robbers call 'soup," declared Hemingway, almost in a whisper. "All right; we'll take it up to the station house. Then we'll send for Dr. Thornton, who is the best chemist hereabouts.
"I'm full of misgivings, anyway," muttered Dave. "Why?" "I can't help feeling that we should have turned our news over to Chief Coy or Hemingway. "Again, why?" "Well, if we lose our man now, we'll soon feel that we ought to have turned the whole thing over to the police while the trail was fresh."
I thank God you've come! I thank God I can go back!" Harris broke the spell by leaping to his feet. He sprang between the two men. "What does this mean?" he commanded. Hemingway raised his eyes and surveyed him steadily. "It means," he said, "that I have deceived you, Harris that I am the man you told me of, I am the man they want." He turned to the officer.
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