[III]
When Grant came in at noon Mrs. McLane met him at the door with a tender smile on her face.
"Where's Howard, Grant?"
"I don't know," he replied, in a tone that implied "I don't care."
The dim eyes clouded with quick tears.
"Ain't you seen him?"
"Not since nine o'clock."
"Where do you think he is?"
"I tell yeh I don't know. He'll take care of himself; don't worry."