第 13 节
作者:淋雨      更新:2021-10-16 18:43      字数:9322
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  Clymer;   whose   absentminded   remarks   finally   drew   Barbara's   attention;
  and she wondered what had come over the generally entertaining banker。
  It was on the tip of her tongue to ask him the reason for his distrait manner
  when her thoughts were diverted by his next remark。
  〃Your father and Mrs。 Brewster make a fine couple;〃 he said。 〃Colonel
  McIntyre   is   the   most   distinguished   looking   man   in   the   caf    and   Mrs。
  Brewster is a regular beauty。〃
  Instead of replying Barbara turned in her seat and scanned her father
  as he and Mrs。 Brewster passed them in the dance。                Colonel McIntyre did
  not look his age of forty…seven years。            His hair; prematurely gray; had a
  most   attractive   wave   to   it;   and   his   erect   and   finely   proportioned   figure
  showed to advantage in his well…cut dress suit。               Barbara's heart swelled
  with   pride   …   her   dear   and   handsome   father!   Then   she   transferred   her
  regard to Margaret Brewster; she had been such a satisfactory friend … why
  oh; why did she wish to become her step…mother?                   The twins; with the
  unerring instinct of womanhood; had decided ten days before that Weller's
  warning   to   his   son   was   timely   …   Mrs。   Brewster   was   a   most   dangerous
  widow。
  〃How is your sister?〃 inquired Clymer; breaking the silence which had
  lasted nearly five minutes。 He was never quite certain which twin he was
  talking to; and generally solved the problem by familiarizing himself with
  their mode of dress。        The plan had not always worked as the twins had a
  bewildering   habit   of   exchanging   clothes;   to   the   enjoyment   of   Barbara's
  mischief loving soul; and the mystification of their numerous admirers。
  〃She is rather blue and depressed;〃 answered Barbara。                 〃We are both
  feeling   the   reaction   from   the   shock   of   Jimmie   Turnbull's   tragic   death。
  You must forgive me if I am a bore; I am not good company to…night。〃
  The arrival of the head waiter at their table interrupted Clymer's reply。
  〃This gentleman desires to speak to you a moment; Miss McIntyre;〃 he
  said; and indicated a young man in a sack suit standing just back of him。
  〃I'm Parker  of the  Post;〃 the  reporter introduced   himself with   a  bow
  which included Clymer。          〃May I sit down?〃 laying his hand on the back
  of Mrs。 Brewster's vacant chair。
  〃Surely; and   won't   you   have   an ice?〃      Barbara's hospitable instincts
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  were aroused。 〃Here; waiter …〃
  〃No; thanks; I haven't time;〃 protested Parker; slipping into the chair。
  〃I just came from your house; Miss McIntyre; the butler said I might find
  you here; and as it was rather important; I took the liberty of introducing
  myself。     We plan to run a story; featuring the dangers of masquerading in
  society; and of course it hinges on the death of Mr。 Turnbull。                I'm sorry〃 …
  he   apologized   as   he   saw   Barbara   wince。     〃I   realize   the   topic   is   one   to
  make you feel badly; but I promise to ask only few questions。〃                  His smile
  was very engaging and Barbara's resentment receded somewhat。
  〃What are they?〃 she asked。
  〃Did you   recognize  Mr。 Turnbull   in his burglar's   make…up   when   you
  confronted him in the police court?〃             Parker drew out copy paper and a
  pencil; and waited for her reply。         There was a pause。
  〃I   did   not   recognize   Mr。   Turnbull   in   court;〃   she   stated   finally。   〃His
  death was a frightful shock。〃
  〃Sure。 It was to everybody;〃 agreed Parker。              〃How about your sister;
  Miss Barbara; did she recognize him?〃
  〃No。〃 faintly。
  Parker     showed      his  disappointment;       he    was    not   eliciting   much
  information。      Abruptly he turned to Clymer; whose prominent position in
  the financial world made him a familiar figure to all Washingtonians。
  〃Weren't   you   present   in   the   police   court   on   Tuesday   morning   also?〃
  Parker asked。
  〃Yes;〃 Clymer modified the curt monosyllable by adding; 〃I helped Dr。
  Stone carry Turnbull out of the prisoners' cage and into the anteroom。〃
  〃And   did   you   recognize   your   cashier?〃   demanded   Parker。           At   the
  question     Barbara     set  down     her  goblet    of  water    without    care   for  its
  perishable quality and looked with quick intentness at the banker。
  〃I   recognized   Mr。   Turnbull   when   his   wig   was   removed;〃   answered
  Clymer; raising his head in time to catch Barbara's eyes gazing steadfastly
  at him。     With a faint flush she turned her attention to the reporter。
  〃Mr。 Turnbull's make…up must have been superfine;〃 Parker remarked。
  〃Just    one   more    question。     Can    you    tell  me   if  Mr。   Philip   Rochester
  recognized his room…mate when he was defending him in court?〃
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  〃No;   I   cannot;〃   and   observing   Parker's   blank   expression;   she   added;
  〃why don't you ask Mr。 Rochester?〃
  〃Because I can't locate him; he seems to have vanished off the face of
  the globe。〃      The reporter   rose。     〃You can't tell me   where's he's gone;   I
  suppose?〃
  〃I   haven't   the   faintest   idea;〃   answered   Barbara   truthfully。 〃I   was   at
  his office this …〃 she stopped abruptly on finding that Mrs。 Brewster was
  standing     just  behind    her。   Had     the  widow     by   chance    overheard     her
  remark?      If so; her father would probably learn of her visit to the office of
  Rochester and Kent that morning。
  〃Do I understand that Philip Rochester is out of town?〃 inquired Mrs。
  Brewster。      〃Why; I had an appointment with him to…morrow。〃
  〃He's   gone   and   left   no   address   that   I   can   find;〃   explained   Parker。
  〃Thank you; Miss McIntyre; good evening;〃 and the busy reporter hurried
  away。
  There    was    a  curious   expression     in  Mrs。   Brewster's     eyes;  but   she
  dropped her gaze on her finger bowl too quickly for Clymer to analyze its
  meaning。
  〃What   can   have   taken   Mr。   Rochester   out   of   town?〃   she   asked。   The
  question was not addressed to any one in particular; but Colonel McIntyre
  answered it; as he did most of the widow's remarks。
  〃Dry   Washington;〃   he   explained。        〃It   isn't   the   first   trip   Philip  has
  made to Baltimore since the 'dry' law has been in force; eh; Clymer?〃
  〃No; and it won't be his last;〃 was the banker's response。              〃What's the
  matter; Miss McIntyre?〃 as Barbara pushed back her chair。
  〃I feel a little faint;〃 she stammered。        〃The air here is … is stifling。      If
  you don't mind; father; I'll take the car and drive home。〃
  〃I'll come with you;〃 announced Mrs。 Brewster; rising hurriedly; and
  as   she   turned   solicitously   to   aid   Barbara   she   caught   Colonel   McIntyre's
  admiring glance and his whispered thanks。
  Outside the caf       Clymer discovered that the McIntyre limousine was
  not to be found; and; cautioning Barbara and the widow to remain where
  they were; he went back into the caf           in search of Colonel McIntyre; who
  had stayed behind to pay his bill。
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  A sudden exodus from the caf          as other diners came out to get their
  cars; separated Barbara from Mrs。 Brewster just as the former caught sight
  of her father's limousine coming around McPherson Square。              Not waiting
  to see what had become of her companion; Barbara started up the sidewalk
  intent on catching their chauffeur's attention。       As she    stood by the curb;
  a figure brushed by her and a paper was deftly slipped inside her hand。
  Barbara wheeled about abruptly。         She stood alone; except for several
  elaborately dressed   women   and their companions some   yards   away  who
  were indulging in noisy talk as they hurried along。           At that moment the
  McIntyre limousine stopped at the curb and the chauffeur opened the door。
  〃Take me home; Harris;〃 she ordered。          〃And then come back for Mrs。
  Brewster and father。      I don't feel well … hurry。〃
  〃Very good; miss;〃 and touching his cap the chauffeur swung his car
  up Fifteenth Street。
  The limousine had turned into Massachusetts A