“I’ll see. He may have gone to the river in a fit of madness. He would not tell all he knows about Mother Flintstone.”
“I should think he would not.”
Claude seized his hat and rushed from the house.
For a little while his brain seemed to swim, and the lights blinded him.
He did not ask what Opal would do now that she was again the sole occupant of the house.
He did not seem to care.
Perry Lamont was a runaway, with a great secret at his tongue’s end and millions at stake.
For some time the old nabob had been subject to strange spells of mania, and the worst was to be feared.
It was this that urged Claude Lamont on and on.
He could not wait till he got downtown, and minutes seemed hours to him.