CHAPTER XXXI
WHAT THEODORE TOLD HIS FRIEND
“He’s been gone all day,” mourned Molly miserably to Jordan Morse. They had finished dinner; Molly had put Mrs. King to bed, and the two were seated in chairs on the lawn. Every minute that passed and found Theodore still away was like an eternity to the woman. She had always hated the office hours which took him from the house, hated the business friends who dropped in now and then and changed the conversation from the delicate personal things she always managed to dwell upon.
During the years she had been companion to Mrs. King, Theo’s dinner and luncheon hours were ones of joy to her. Now this day had passed without him.
“He’ll show up before long,” Morse said presently. “What a lot of worry you have over that man!... Now if you had a problem on your hands like mine––”
The soft chug of a motor cut off his ejaculation.
“He’s coming, now,” he said, getting up.
Molly responded coldly to Theodore’s friendly salute from the car.
As Mr. King walked quickly toward them, Morse called laughingly,