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Chapter 25. A Conference Of Three |
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_ CHAPTER XXV. A CONFERENCE OF THREE Kirby heard his name being paged as he entered his hotel. "Wanted at the telephone, sir," the bell-hop told him. He stepped into a booth and the voice of Rose came excited and tremulous. It was less than ten minutes since he had left her at the door of her boarding-house. "Something's happened, Kirby. Can you come here--right away?" she begged. Then, unable to keep back any longer the cry of her heart, she broke out with her tidings. "Esther's gone." "Gone where?" he asked. "I don't know. She left a letter for me. If you'll come to the house--Or shall I meet you downtown?" "I'll come. Be there in five minutes." He more than kept his word. Catching a car on the run at the nearest corner, he dropped from it as it crossed Broadway and walked to Cherokee. Rose opened the house door when he rang the bell and drew him into the parlor. With a catch of the breath she blurted out again the news. "She was gone when I got home. I found--this letter." Her eyes sought his for comfort. He read what Esther had written.
And, oh, Rose, don't hate me, darling. Even if I am wicked, love me. And try some time to forgive your little sister. ESTHER
"I don't know. I haven't talked with anybody but the landlady. She hasn't seen Esther this afternoon, she said. I didn't let on I was worried." "What does she mean that she'll be taken care of till afterward? Who'll take care of her?" "I don't know." "Have you any idea where she would be likely to go--whether there is any friend who might have offered her a temporary home?" "No." Rose considered. "She wouldn't go to any old friend. You see she's--awf'ly sensitive. And she'd have to explain. Besides, I'd find out she was there." "That's true." "I ought never to have left her last spring. I should have found work here and not gone gallumpin' all over the country." Her chin trembled. She was on the verge of tears. "Nonsense. You can't blame yourself. We each have to live our own life. How could you tell what was comin'? Betcha we find her right away. Mebbe she let out somethin' to Cole. She doesn't look to me like a girl who could play out a stiff hand alone." "She isn't. She's dependent--always has leaned on some one." Rose had regained control of herself quickly. She stood straight and lissom, mistress of her emotions, but her clear cheeks were colorless. "I'm worried, Kirby, dreadfully. Esther hasn't the pluck to go through alone. She--she might--" No need to finish the sentence. Her friend understood. His strong hand went out and closed on hers. "Don't you worry, pardner. It'll be all right. We'll find her an' take her somewhere into the country where folks don't know." Faintly she smiled. "You're such a comfort." "Sho! We'll get busy right away. Denver ain't such a big town that we can't find one li'l' girl _muy pronto_." His voice was steady and cheerful, almost light. "First off, we'll check up an' see if any one saw her go. What did she take with her?" "One suitcase." "How much money? Can you make a guess?" "She had only a dollar or two in her purse. She had money in the bank. I'll find out if she drew any." "Lemme do that. I'll find Cole, too. You make some inquiries round the house here, kinda easy-like. Meet you here at six o'clock. Or mebbe we'd better meet downtown. Say at the Boston Chop House." Cole was with Kirby when he met Rose at the restaurant. "We'll go in an' get somethin' to eat," Lane said. "We'll talk while we're waitin'. That way we'll not lose any time." They found a booth and Kirby ordered the dinner. As soon as the waiter had gone he talked business. "Find out anything, Rose?" "Yes. A girl at the house who works for the telephone company saw Esther get into an automobile a block and a half from the house. A man helped her in. I pretended to laugh and asked her what sort of a lookin' man he was. She said he was a live one, well-dressed and handsome. The car was a limousine." "Good. Fits in with what I found out," Kirby said. "The bank was closed, but I got in the back door by pounding at it. The teller at the K-R window was still there, working at his accounts. Esther did not draw any money to-day or yesterday." "Why do you say good?" Cole wanted to know. "Is it good for our li'l' friend to be in the power of this good-lookin' guy with the big car, an' her without a bean of her own? I don't get it. Who is the man? Howcome she to go with him? She sure had no notion of goin' when we was eatin' together an hour before." "I don't see who he could be. She never spoke of such a man to me," Rose murmured, greatly troubled. "I don't reckon she was very well acquainted with him," Lane said, shaking out his napkin. The talk was suspended while he ladled the soup into the plates and the waiter served them. Not till the man's back was turned did Rose fling out her hot challenge to Kirby. "Why would she go with a man she didn't know very well? Where would she be going with him?" The flame in her cheeks, the stab of her eyes, dared him to think lightly of her sister. It was in her temperament to face all slights with high spirit. His smile reassured. "Mebbe she didn't know where she was goin'. That was his business. Let's work this out from the beginnin'." Kirby passed Rose the crackers. She rejected them with a little gesture of impatience. "I don't want to eat. I'm not hungry." Lane's kind eyes met hers steadily. "But you must eat. You'll be of no help if you don't keep up your strength." Rather than fight it out, she gave up. "We know right off the reel Esther didn't plan this," he continued. "Before we knew the man was in it you felt it wasn't like her to run away alone, Rose. Didn't you?" "Yes." "She hadn't drawn any money from her account, So she wasn't makin' any plans to go. The man worked it out an' then persuaded Esther. It's no surprise to me to find a Mr. Man in this thing. I'd begun to guess it before you told me. The question is, what man." The girl's eyes jumped to his. She began to see what he was working toward. Cole, entirely in the dark, stirred uneasily. His mind was still busy with a possible love tangle. "What man or men would benefit most if Esther disappeared for a time? We know of two it might help," the man from Twin Buttes went on. "Your cousins!" she cried, almost in a whisper. "Yes, if we've guessed rightly that Esther was married to Uncle James. That would make her his heir. With her in their hands and away from us, they would be in a position to drive a better bargain. They know that we're hot on the trail of the marriage. If they're kind to her--and no doubt they will be--they can get anything they want from her in the way of an agreement as to the property. Looks to me like the fine Italian hand of Cousin James. We know Jack wasn't the man. He was busy at Golden right then. Kinda leaves James in the spotlight, doesn't it?" Rose drew a long, deep breath. "I'm so glad! I was afraid--thought maybe she would do something desperate. But if she's being looked after it's a lot better. We'll soon have her back. Until then they'll be good to her, won't they?" "They'll treat her like a queen. Don't you see? That's their game. They don't want a lawsuit. They're playin' for a compromise." Kirby leaned back and smiled expansively on his audience of two. He began to fancy himself tremendously as a detective. _ |
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