What they said to one another I never knew, and never inquired.
But next morning, when Jack came and summoned me to breakfast, his happy face and Mr Smith’s quiet smile answered far more eloquently than words every question I could possibly have asked about that strange and sacred meeting between a lost father and a lost son.
Chapter Thirty Five.
How Jack and I talked louder than we need have done.
About a week after the experiences narrated in the last chapter, my friend Smith and I went down one morning early to Hawk Street.
We usually took a short walk on our way when we happened to be early, and I don’t exactly know why we did not do so this time. But certain it is that instead of reaching the office at half-past nine, we found ourselves there a few minutes before nine.
The housekeeper was sweeping the stairs and shaking the mats on the pavement as we arrived.
She naturally looked surprised to see us, and said she had the office yet to sweep out, and we had better take a walk.