The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1909-06-11
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tinnabulation-as If the telephone bell
in the front room had been ringing for
some time.
But he waited in vain for repetition
of the sound, and eventually concluded
that he had been mistaken; it had
been an echo from his dreams, most
likely. Besides, who should call him
up? Not two people knew that he
was in town; not even O'Hagan was
aware that he had returned to ais
rooms that morning.
He gaped again, stretching wide his
arms, sat up on the edge of the bed.
and heard the clock strike IL.
Noon and He had an en-.
gagement at two! He frightened at
the memory and, jumping up, pressed
an electric call button on the wall. BY
the time he had padded barefoot to the
bathroom and turned on the cold-wa-
ter tap, O'Hagan's knock summoned
him to the hall door.
Back again. O'Hagan; and in a
desperate rush. I'll want you to shave
me and send some kilograms, please.
Must be off by 80. You may get out
my gray-striped flannels"-here he
paused, calculating his costume with
careful observation-disclosures a black
striped negligee shirt; gray socks;
russell low shoes; black and white
caeck tie-broad wings. You know
where to find them all?"
"Shure yiss, sor,"
| O'IJaONn ehc.rod - q .,,..
| prise; the eccentricities of Mr. Matt
land could not move him, who was in
! ured to them through long association
and observation. He moved away to
execute his instructions, quietly eff
fioient. By the time Maitland had
finished splashing and gasping in the
bathtub everything was ready for the
ceremony of dressing.
In other words, 20 minutes later
! Maitland, bathed, shaved, but still in
| dressing gown and slippers, was seated
at his desk, a cup of black coffee
! steaming at his elbow, a number of
yellow telegraph blanks before him,
pen poised between his fingers.
1t was in his mind to send a wire
to Cressy, apologizing for his deser-
ton of the night just gone, and an
nouncing his intention to rejoin the
! party from which the motor trip to
New York had been as planned but
| temporary detection, in time for din
ner that same evening. He nibbled
the end of the penholder, selecting
phrases, then looked up at the at
tentive. O'Hagan.
Bring me New Haven time table,
please" he began, "and-"
The door bell abrupted his words,
clamoring shrilly.
What the deuce?" he demanded.
"Who can that be? Answer it, will
you, O'HaganT
He put down the pen, swallowed his
coffee. and lit a cigarette, listening to
the murmurs at the hall door. An in
slant later, O'Hagan returned, bearing
a slip of white pasteboard which he de-
posted on the desk before Maitland.
James Burleson Snaith,'" Matt
land read aloud from the faultlessly
engraved card. 81 don't know him.
| What does he want?"
Wouldn't say, sor; seemed sur
prised whin l towld him We were in,
an said he was glad to hear it-busi-
ness pressin'. says he"
Snaith?' But I never heard the
name before. What does he look like:"
"A gintleman, sor, be tn clothes av
him an tn way he talks"
well Devil take the man!
Show him i'm
Very good, sor."
Maitland swung around in his desk
chair, his back to the window, express
! sion politely curious, as his caller en-
tered the room, pausing, hat in hand,
just across the threshold.
He proved to be man apparently
90 middle age, of height approximating
Maitland's; his shoulders were slightly
rounded as If from habitual bending
over desk, his pose mild and defer
entail. BY his eyeglasses and peering
look, he was near-sighted; by his
dress, a gentleman of taste and judg-
ment as we'll as of means to crafty
both. A certain jaunty and summery
touch in his attire suggested a person
of leisure who had just run down from
his country place fov day in town.
His voice, when he spoke, did moth
ing to dispel the illusion.
'Mr. Maitland?" he opened the con-
versation briskly. Il trust / do not
intrude? l shall be brief as possible.
IL you will favor me with a private in
terview."
Maitland remarked voice well mod
ulated and good choice of words. He
rose courteously.
Il should be pleased to do So" b<
suggested, "if you could advance any
reason for such request"
Mr.. Snaith smiled discreetly, rum
bling in his side pocket A second alie
of cardboard appeared between his f1D-
gers as he stepped over toward Matt
land
IF had not feared IL might deprive
me of this interview, / should have