There were some who tried
to detain me with congratulations and expressions of admiration,
but I shook them off and led Harry outside to my car.
The chauffeur, poor devil, was completely stiff from the long
wait, and I ordered him into the tonneau and took the wheel
myself.
Partly was this due to pity for the driver, partly to a desire to
leave Harry to his own thoughts, which I knew must be somewhat
turbulent. He was silent during the drive, which was not long,
and I smiled to myself in the darkness of the early morning as I
heard, now and then, an uncontrollable sigh break through his dry
lips. Of thankfulness, perhaps.
I preceded him up the stoop and into the hall of the old house on
lower Fifth Avenue, near Tenth Street, that had been the home of
our grandfather and our father before us. There, in the dim
light, I halted and turned, while Evans approached from the inner
rooms, rubbing eyes heavy with sleep.
Good old Evans! Yet the faithfulness of such a servant has its
disadvantages.
"Well?" said Harry in a thin, high voice.
The boy's nerves were stretched tightly; two words from me would
have produced an explosion.
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