As soon as she awakes, I'll take her up to the
room you've engaged for her, and I'll lend her some of my duds, bless
her heart. What an escape she's had! Oh, my God!"
She uttered the exclamation in a voice so full of horror that Barnes
was startled.
"What is it, Miss Thack--"
"Why, they might have nabbed me yesterday when I was up there in the
woods! And I don't know what kind of heroism goes with a poetic
nature. I'm afraid Mr. Bacon--"
He laughed. "I am sure he would have acted like a man."
"If you were to ask father, he'd say that Mr. Bacon can't act like a
man to save his soul. He says he acts like a fence-post."
Shortly before the noon hour, Peter Ames halted the old automobile
from Green Fancy in front of the Tavern and out stepped O'Dowd,
followed by no less a personage than the pseudo Mr. Loeb. There were a
number of travelling bags in the tonneau of the car.
Catching sight of Barnes, the Irishman shouted a genial greeting.
"The top of the morning to ye. You remember Mr. Loeb, don't you? Mr.
Curtis's secretary."
He shook hands with Barnes. Loeb bowed stiffly and did not extend his
hand.
"Mr. Loeb is leaving us for a few days on business.
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