“And the girl is married—she must be older—I guess I'm a little bewildered.” He got up now and stood silent by the desk.
“I'll be ready for you in half an hour, Captain.” There seemed to be nothing more to say; and after another silence Craig went out. But later, during the hours on the train, Halloran had to tell over and over what he knew about George and Lizzie, their mother, and Le Duc.
CHAPTER XI—High Life at the Le Ducs
When at last they were on the cable-car, north bound, Craig broke the silence that had held through the latter half of the journey.
“Do you suppose we could get them all together to-night—the boy, and the girl and her husband? We could have a supper somewhere.”
“I think so. It will be a little late before I can get George back from Evanston—half-past eight or nine o'clock, probably.”
The Captain winced at the words. He knew now that George was a charity boy in the home of his own father.
“If you would like to set it for half-past eight, I will see Le Duc and then go out for George.” The Captain, whose head was in no condition for planning even so much as a supper, accepted this arrangement without a word. They were silent again until they left the car.