And you watch him come when he
hears I'm in trouble."
He wrote a lengthy cablegram, which the lawyer, with a peculiar
smile, agreed to despatch at once. He spent a sleepless night. In
the morning a message came signed by Copley--Kirk's heart leaped
at the familiar name--saying that Darwin K. Anthony had left
Albany for the West on Sunday night, and could not be located for
a few days.
"He was never gone when I needed money," the son mused. "He'll be
worried when he hears about this, and he has enough to worry him
as it is. I'm mighty sorry, but--I simply must have him."
Anson brought in the day's papers, which alluded, as usual, to
Cortlandt's death as a murder, and printed their customary
sensational stories, even to a rehash of all that had occurred at
the stag supper. This in particular made Kirk writhe, knowing as
he did that it would reach the eyes of his newly made wife. He
also wondered vaguely how Edith Cortlandt was bearing up under all
this notoriety. The lawyer brought the further news that Allan was
in captivity as an accessory to the crime, and that henceforth
Kirk need expect but few visitors. Somebody--probably Ramon
Alfarez--had induced the officials to treat their prisoner with
special severity.
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