Kirk was interested to read that the police
had a clew to the identity of the criminals and were confident of
soon rounding them up. What mystified him most was the lack of
detail. Evidently much had been printed previously, but he had no
means of ascertaining what it was.
He spent an hour in serious thought, perhaps the first full hour
he had ever passed so profitably. At the end of that time he had
arrived at little save a vague feeling of offence toward the
father who had been so ready to condemn him. In one way he did not
blame the old gentleman for refusing aid. This episode was the
culmination of a long series of reckless exploits. Mr. Anthony had
argued, threatened, even implored with tears in his eyes, all to
no purpose. Just the same, it hurt to have one's father so willing
to believe the worst. The two had never understood each other;
they did not understand each other now. And they might have been
such good pals! Darwin K. did not believe in miracles--Well,
perhaps Kirk was hopelessly bad. The young man did not care much,
one way or the other; but he shut his teeth grimly and wagered he
could make good if he really chose to try. He half decided to make
the experiment just to show what he could do, but he was at a loss
where to begin.
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