Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-11-24
CHAPTER Iv-contlnued.


"Would you know her If you saw
herr"
81 don't know" Whitaker frowned
with annoyance. "She's six years
older"
swell, but what was she likeY
Drummond pursued curiously.
Whitaker shook his head. Its not
easy to remember. Matter of fact, l
don't believe / ever got one good
square look at her. 1t was twilight
In the hotel, when I found her; we
sat talking in absolute darkness, to-
ward the end; even in the minister's
study there was only green-shaded
lamp on the table; and on the train
well, we were both too much worked
up, / fancy, to pay much attention to
details"
Blonde or brunei"
'I swear don't know. She wore
one of those funny knitted caps, tight
down over her hair, all the time"
Drummond laughed quietly.
II don't feel in a joking humor,"
Whitaker said roughly. ITS a serious
matter and wants serious treat
ment What else have we got
to null over?"
Drummond shrugged suavely.
There's enough to keep us busy for
several hours" he said. "For instance,
there's my stewardship"
'Your which,"
''My care of your property. You left
good deal of money and securities
lying round loose, you know; naturally
felt obliged to look after 'em. There
was no telling when Widow Whitaker
might walk in and demand an account
ing. / presume we might as well run
over the account-though it is getting
late"
"Half-past four" Whitaker informed
him, consulting his watch. "Take too
long for to-day. Some other time"
Drummond's reply was postponed by
the Office boy, who popped in on the
heels of light knock.
Mr.. Maxs outside" he announced.
80 the deuce!" The exclamation
seemed to escape Drummond's lips in
voluntarily. He frightened them an
grily, as though regretting the lapse
of self-control, and glanced hurriedly
askance to see If Whitaker had no
ticed. "Tm busy" he added, a trace
sullenly. "Tell him I've gone out"
''But he's got 'nappointment" the
boy protested. sand besides, l told
him you was H."
'You needn't fob him off on my &C.
count" Whitaker intsrposed. 1--WE can
finish our confab Observation-Disclosures
time. It's time for me to be getting
uptown, anyway"
''It isn't that" Drummond explained
doggedly. "Only-the mans a bore,
and"
at isn't Jules MAXI" Whitaker ex-
citedly. mot little Jules Max, who
used to stage manage our amateur
shows?"
THAT'S the man." Drummond ad-
mitted with plain reluctance.
''Then have him in, by all means.
want TO say howdy to him, if nothing
more. And then I'll clear out and leave
you to his troubles"
Drummond laughed a trifle sourly.
aAiax has developed into a heavy
weight entrepreneur, you know"
Meaning theatrical manager? Then
why not say so? But 1 might've
guessed he'd drift into something of
the sort"
A moment later Whitaker was Wig.
orously pumping the unresisting-in-
deed the apparently boneless-hand of
Jules Max. The hat that had made
Hammerstein famous Max had appro-
priated-straight crown, fiat brim and
Immaculate gloss-bodily. Beneath II
his face was small Of feature, and fat
A pince-nez sheltered his pear-sighted
eyes His snort, round little kody was
Invariably by day dressed in a dark
gray morning-coat, white-edged waist
coat, assertively-s trousers, ant
patent-leather shoes with white spats
BE had a passion for lemon-colorec
gloves of thinnest kid and slender
ma1acca walking-sticks. His dignity
vas an awful thing, Us ingrained a:
bis strut.
he reasserted the dignity now with
jerk of his maltreated hand, read