The Abandoned Room. Camp Wadsworth

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      He raised his glass and drank. He set the glass down quickly as if he would have liked to hide it. A big man, clear-eyed and handsome, walked into the room and came straight to the little group in the corner. Bobby tried to carry it off.

      "'Lo, Hartley, old preacher. You fellows all know Hartley Graham? Sit down. We're going to have a little cocktail."

      Graham looked at the glasses, shaking his head.

      "If you've time, Bobby, I'd like a word with you."

      "No preaching," Bobby bargained. "It isn't Sunday."

      Graham laughed pleasantly.

      "It's about money. That talks any day."

      Bobby edged a way out and followed Graham to an unoccupied room. There the big man turned on him.

      "See here, Bobby! When are you going out to the Cedars?"

      Bobby flushed.

      "You're a dear friend, Hartley, and I've always loved you, but I'm in no mood for preaching tonight. Besides, I've got my own life to lead"—he glanced away—"my own reasons for leading it."

      "I'm not going to preach," Graham answered seriously, "although it's obvious you're raising the devil with your life. I wanted to tell you that I've had a note from Katherine to-day. She says your grandfather's threats are taking too much form; that the new will's bound to come unless you do something. She cares too much for you, Bobby, to see you throw everything away. She's asked me to persuade you to go out."

      "Why didn't she write to me?"

      "Have you been very friendly with Katherine lately? And that's not fair. You're both without parents. You owe Katherine something on that account."

      Bobby didn't answer, because it was clear that while Katherine's affection for him had weakened, her friendship for Graham had grown too fast. Looking at the other he didn't wonder.

      "There's another thing," Graham was saying. "The gloomy old Cedars has got on Katherine's nerves, and she says there's been a change in the old man the last few days—wanders around as if he were afraid of something."

      Bobby laughed outright.

      "Him afraid of something! It's always been his system to make everybody and everything afraid of him. But you're right about Katherine. We have always depended on each other. I think I'll go out after dinner."

      "Then come have a bite with me," Graham urged. "I'll see you off afterward. If you catch the eight-thirty you ought to be out there before half-past ten."

      Bobby shook his head.

      "An engagement for dinner, Hartley. I'm expecting Carlos Paredes to pick me up here any minute."

      Graham's disapproval was belligerent.

      "Why, in the name of heaven, Bobby, do you run around with that damned Panamanian? Steer him off to-night. I've argued with you before. It's unpleasant, I know, but the man carries every mark of crookedness."

      "Easy with my friends, Hartley! You don't understand Carlos. He's good fun when you know him—awfully good fun."

      "So," Graham said, "is this sort of thing. Too many cocktails, too much wine. Paredes has the same pleasant, dangerous quality."

      A club servant entered.

      "In the reception room, Mr. Blackburn."

      Bobby took the card, tore it into little bits, and dropped them one by one into the waste-paper basket.

      "Tell him I'll be right out." He turned to Graham.

      "Sorry you don't like my playmates. I'll probably run out after dinner and let the old man terrorize me as a cure for his own fear. Pleasant prospect! So long."

      Graham caught at his arm.

      "I'm sorry. Can't we forget to-night that we disagree about Paredes? Let me dine with you."

      Bobby's laugh was uncomfortable.

      "Come on, if you wish, and be my guardian angel. God knows I need one."

      He walked across the hall and into the reception room. The light was not brilliant there. One or two men sat reading newspapers about a green-shaded lamp on the centre table, but Bobby didn't see Paredes at first. Then from the obscurity of a corner a form, tall and graceful, emerged with a slow monotony of movement suggestive of stealth. The man's dark, sombre eyes revealed nothing. His jet-black hair, parted in the middle, and his carefully trimmed Van Dyke beard gave him an air of distinction, an air, at the same time, a trifle too reserved. For a moment, as the green light stained his face unhealthily, Bobby could understand Graham's aversion. He brushed the idea aside.

      "Glad you've come, Carlos."

      The smile of greeting vanished abruptly from Paredes's face. He looked with steady eyes beyond Bobby's shoulder. Bobby turned. Graham stood on the threshold, his face a little too frank. But the two men shook hands.

      "I'd an idea until I saw Bobby," Graham said, "that you'd gone back to Panama."

      Paredes yawned.

      "Each year I spend more time in New York. Business suggests it. Pleasure demands it."

      His voice was deep and pleasant, but Bobby had often remarked that it, like Paredes's eyes, was too reserved. It seemed never to call on its obvious powers of expression. Its accent was noticeable only in a pleasant, polished sense.

      "Hartley," Bobby explained, "is dining with us."

      Paredes let no disapproval slip, but Graham hastened to explain.

      "Bobby and I have an engagement immediately after dinner."

      "An engagement after dinner! I didn't understand—"

      "Let's think of dinner first," Bobby said. "We can talk about engagements afterward. Perhaps you'll have a cocktail here while we decide where we're going."

      "The aperitif I should like very much," Paredes said. "About dinner there is nothing to decide. I have arranged everything. There's a table waiting in the Fountain Room at the C—— and there I have planned a little surprise for you."

      He wouldn't explain further. While they drank their cocktails Bobby watched Graham's disapproval grow. The man glanced continually at his watch. In the restaurant, when Paredes left them to produce, as he called it, his surprise, Graham appraised with a frown the voluble people who moved intricately through the hall.

      "I'm afraid Paredes has planned a thorough evening," he said, "for which he'll want you to pay. Don't be angry, Bobby. The situation is serious enough to excuse facts. You must go to the Cedars to-night. Do you understand? You must go, in spite of Paredes, in spite of everything."

      "Peace until train time," Bobby demanded.

      He caught his breath.

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