"Yes," said the King of the Street with equal carelessness. "Some
family affairs called me home sooner than I had thought to come."
I had an inward start. Mrs. Knapp's troubled look, Mrs. Bowser's
confusion, and the few words that had passed, returned to me. What was
the connection between them?
"Mrs. Knapp is not ill, I trust?" I ventured.
"Oh, no."
"Nor Miss Knapp?"
"Oh, all are well at the house, but sometimes you know women-folks get
nervous."
Was it possible that Mrs. Knapp had sent for her husband? What other
meaning could I put on these words? But before I could pursue my
investigations further along this line, the wolf came to the surface,
and he waved the subject aside with a growl.
"But this is nothing to you. What you want to know is that I won't need
you before Wednesday, if then."
"Does the campaign reopen?" I asked.
"If you don't mind, Wilton," said the Wolf with another growl, "I'll
keep my plans till I'm ready to use them."
"Certainly," I retorted. "But maybe you would feel a little interest to
know that Rosenheim and Bashford have gathered in about a thousand
shares of Omega in the last four or five days."
Doddridge Knapp gave me a keen glance.
"There were no sales of above a hundred shares," he said.
"No--most of them ran from ten to fifty shares."
"Well," he continued, looking fixedly at me, "you know something about
Rosenheim?"
"If it won't interfere with your plans," I suggested apologetically.
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