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Clayton, he knew, would be staying late,
and would be exacting similar tribute to the emergency from the
entire force. Also, he had been going about the yard with
contractors most of the afternoon. But Graham made his escape
safely. It was two hours later when his father, getting into the
limousine, noticed the absence of the boy's red car, and asked the
gateman how long it had been gone.
"Since about four o'clock, Mr. Spencer."
Suddenly Clayton felt a reaction from the activities of the day.
He sank back in the deeply padded seat, and felt tired and - in some
odd fashion - lonely. He would have liked to talk to Graham on the
way up-town, if only to crystallize his own thoughts. He would have
liked to be going home to review with Natalie the day's events, the
fine spirit of his men, the small difficulties. But Natalie hated
the mention of the mill.
He thought it probable, too, that they were dining out. Yes, he
remembered. They were dining at the Chris Valentines.


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