Slim’s sister! There was no mistaking the sweetly serious eyes, the smiling lips with which he had grown familiar in the yellowish picture. She was older, thinner, the youthful roundness was gone, but beyond question she was Slim’s sister!
She passed the table without a glance and in something like a panic he watched her leave the room. He would never see her again! This was the only chance he’d ever have. Should he sit there calmly and let it pass! He laid his napkin on the table, and explained as he rose hastily:
“There’s someone out there I must see. I’ll be back, but don’t wait for me.”
He did not know himself what he meant to say or do, beyond the fact that he would speak to her even if she snubbed him.
She had stepped into the cloak room for her wrap and Sprudell was waiting in the corridor. Immediately when he saw Bruce he guessed his purpose and the full significance of a meeting between them rushed upon him. He was bent desperately upon preventing it. Sprudell took the initiative and advanced to meet him.
“If you’ve anything to say to me, Bruce, I’ll meet you to-morrow.”
“I’ve nothing at all to say to you except to repeat what I said to you in Bartlesville. I told you then I thought you’d lied and now I know it. That’s Slim’s sister.”
“That is Miss Dunbar.”
“I don’t believe you.”