"And you will try to find him to-night?"
"I will," he said.
CHAPTER VI
DOOR-STEPS
David hurried off toward the car-line, bent on reaching Joey's home
before that worthy retired for the night.
At the top of a flight of stone steps leading to the doors of an
imposing mansion across the street from the Portman home a motionless
figure sat, as bleak as the shadows in which it was shrouded. Like a
malevolent gargoyle it glowered out upon the deserted street; a tense,
immovable chin rested in a pair of clenched hands, knees supporting
the elbows. This desolate, forbidding figure had been there for an
hour or more--ever since Christine's return from the concert. Not once
were the burning eyes removed from the lighted windows across the way.
At last, long after the footsteps of the anxious Virginian had died
away in the night, and the lights were extinguished in the house
opposite, the silent watcher moved for the first time. Slowly he came
to his feet, his eyes still upon the solitary window in which a light
had lingered long after all the others were gone.
"Well, they're through discussing me," muttered Tom Braddock, thinking
aloud.
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