The Danger Mark eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 508 pages of information about The Danger Mark.

The Danger Mark eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 508 pages of information about The Danger Mark.

“Yes, to be sure, yes, to be sure!” piped the old beau.  “How-de-do!  How-de-do-o-o!  My son Jack and I motor every morning at this hour.  It is becoming a custom—­he! he!—­every day from ten to eleven—­then a biscuit and a glass of sherry—­then a nap—­te-he!  Oh, yes, every day, Mr. Mallett, rain or fair—­then luncheon at one, and the cigarette—­te-he!—­and a little sleep—­and the drive at five!  Yes, Mr. Mallett, it is the routine of a very old man who knew your grandfather—­and all his set—­when the town was gay below Bleecker Street!  Yes, yes—­te-he-he!”

Nervous spasms which passed as smiles distorted the younger Dysart’s visage; the aged beau offered his hand to Duane, who took it in silence, his eyes fixed on the shrivelled, painted face: 

“Your grandfather was a very fine man,” he piped; “very fine! ve-ery fine!  And so I perceive is his grandson—­te-he!—­and I flatter myself that my boy Jack is not unadmired—­te-he-he!—­no, no—­not precisely unnoticed in New York—­the town whose history is the history of his own race, Mr. Mallett—­he is a good son to me—­yes, yes, a good son.  It is gratifying to me to know that you are his friend.  He is a good friend to have, Mr. Mallett, a good friend and a good son.”

Duane bent gently over the shrivelled hand.

“I won’t detain you from your drive, Mr. Dysart.  I hope you will have a pleasant one.  It is a pleasure to know my grandfather’s old friends.  Good-bye.”

And, erect, he hesitated a moment, then, for an old man’s sake he held out his hand to Jack Dysart, bidding him good-bye in a pleasant voice pitched clear and decided, so that deaf ears might corroborate what half-blind and peering eyes so dimly beheld.

Dysart walked to the door with him, waved the servant aside, and, laying a shaking hand on the bronze knob, opened the door for his unbidden guest.

As Duane passed him he said: 

“Thank you, Mallett,” in a voice so low that Duane was half-way to his cab before he understood.

* * * * *

That day, and the next, and all that week he worked in his pitlike studio.  Through the high sky-window a cloudless zenith brooded; the heat became terrific; except for the inevitable crush of the morning and evening migration south and north, the streets were almost empty under a blazing sun.

His father seemed to be physically better.  Although he offered no confidences, it appeared to the son that there was something a little more cheerful in his voice and manner.  It may have been only the anticipation of departure; for he was going West in a day or two, and it came out that Wilton was going with him.

The day he left, Duane drove him to the station.  There was a private car, the “Cyane,” attached to the long train.  Wilton met them, spoke pleasantly to Duane; but Colonel Mallett did not invite his son to enter the car, and adieux were said where they stood.

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