He has frozen her soul! What you want to do is to go to
her, Leslie!"
"Douglas, tell me!" she demanded.
"I can't!" said Douglas. "I may be mistaken. I think I am not, but there
is always a chance! Drive to the Minturn residence," he ordered.
They found a closed dark pile of stone.
"Go past that place where the children were again!" said Leslie.
The upper story was quiet. Outlined by veranda lights the massive form of
James Minturn paced back and forth under the big trees, his hands clasped
behind him, his head bowed, and he walked alone.
"Douglas, I'm going to speak to him. I'm going to tell him!" declared
Leslie.
"But you're now conceding that _she_ saw him!" Douglas pointed out. "Then
what have you to tell him that she would not? If she couldn't move him
with what she said, and while you don't know his side, what could you say
to him?"
"Nothing," she conceded.
"Precisely my opinion," said Douglas. "Remember Leslie I am a little ahead
of you in this. You know _her_ side. I know all you have told me of her,
also I know what he has told me; while putting what I have seen, and heard
at the office, and him here with the boys, in a house she would consider
too plebeian for words----"
"No Douglas.
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