The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1916-03-30
THE CITY OF NUM-
BERED DAYS
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were present anu dL MS elbow, he
heard, or seemed to hear, Amy Mas
singale say: Victor, you said YOU
would come if needed you. need
YOU now" Without moments hesita
ton he got up and made ready to &c
out.
The Massingale town house was one
of a row of succeed villas fronting on
the main residence street, which be
yond the city limits became the high.
road to the Quadjenai bend and the
upper valley. Brouillard took a cab at
the Metropole, dismissed it at the villa
gate, and walked briskly up the path
to the house, which was dark save for
one lighted room on the second floor
the room in which Stephen Massingale
was recovering from the effects of Van
Bruce Cortwright's pistol shot.
Amy Massingale was on the porch
waiting for him, as he fully believed
until her greeting sufficiently proved
her surprise at seeing him.
you, Victor?" she said, coming
quickly to meet him Murray Girls
low said you had gone down to the
Buckskin camps and wouldn't be back
for two or three days!"
81 changed my mind and came back.
How is Steve this EVENING""
He is quite comfortable, more COM
Portable than he has been at all since
the wound began to heal. have been
reading him to sleep, and when the
night nurse came | ran down to get a
breath of fresh air in the open"
mo, you didn't come down for that
reason" Brouillard amended gravely.
You came to meet me-"
Did u" she asked. What makes
you think that?"
81 know what happened" said Brou-
Hard, speaking as soberly as if he
were stating mathematical certainty.
~'You left that room upstairs and came
to ne. l didn't see you, but heard
you as plainly as l can hear you now.
You spoke to me and called me by
name"
She shook her head, laughing lightly.
you have been overweight about
something, or maybe you are just plain
tired"
You are standing me off," he de-
clared. You are in trouble of some
sort, and you are trying to hide it from
me-"
mo, not exactly trouble; only lit
tie worry"
"All right, call it worry if you like
and share it with me. What is it%
81 think you know without being
told. l am afraid we have finally lost
the Little Susan That is one of the
worries and the other I've been trying
to call silly. l don't know what has
become of father-as if he weren't old
enough to go and come without tslling
me every move he makesl"
Your father isn't at homer" tsped
Brouillard.
NO; he hasn't been here since nine
o'clock this morning. Murray Grislow
saw him going into the Metrcpole
about one o'clock, but nobody that l
have been able to reach by phone
seems to have seen him after that"
81 can bring the record down to two
o'clock" was the quick reply. "TIe ate
with me at Bongras', ard aTterward |
walked with him as far as the BANK.
And l can cure part of the first worry
all of it, in fact; he had the money
to take up the Cartwright notes, and
when 1 left him he was on his way to
Hardwick's window to do it"
He had the money? Where did he
get it?"
Brouillard put his back against
porch post, a change of position when
kept the light of the street electric
from shining squarely upon his face.
1T has been another of the get-ricn-
quick days in Mirapolis," he said
evasively. Somebody told me that the
corner opposite Poodles' was bought
and sold three times within a single
hour and that each time the price was
doubled"
And you are trying to tell me that
father made hundred thousand dol
lars just in those few hours by buying
and selling Mirapolis lots? You don't
know him, Victor. He is totally lack
ng the trading gift. He has often SAID
hat he couldn't stand on a street cor
her and sell twenty-dollar gold pieces
1t nineteen dollars apiece-nobody
would buy of him"
Nevertheless, l am telling you that
lie had the money to take up those
notes." Brouillard insisted. i saw "
n his hands"
She stood fairly in the beam OF the
street light. The violet eyes were
misty, and in the low voice there was
| note of deeper trouble.
you say you saw the money IN Ia
hers hands; tell me, Victor, did you
lee him pay it into the bank"
why, no; not the final detail But
IS say, when I LEFT him he was on MS
way to Hardwick's window"
Again she turned away, but this time
t was to dart into the house. A MN
lite later she had rejoined him, ana inc
minute had sufficed for the DOMINIC OF
coat and the pinning on of the quaint
cowboy riding hat
Il must go and find him." she SAID
With quiet resolution. viii you 20