Part 29 (2/2)
I laid hold of the suit-case and took it from him almost by force.
”You see, it isn't so much a suit-case as a parable,” I explained.
He looked at me, still reluctant, with an air of perplexity.
”A badge of my friends.h.i.+p for you and your family,” I enlarged. ”You and I, my boy, are pals, now. I take it you've left the Jervaises' service for good. Imagine that this is Canada, not an infernal Park with a label on every blade of gra.s.s warning you not to touch.”
”That's all right,” he agreed. ”But it's extraordinary how it hangs about you. You know--the feeling that they've somehow got you, everywhere. d.a.m.n it, if I met the old man in the wood I don't believe I could help touching my hat to him.”
”Just habit,” I suggested.
”A mighty strong one, though,” he said.
”Wait till you're breathing the free air of Canada again,” I replied.
”Ah! that's just it,” he said. ”I may have to wait.”
I made sounds of encouragement.
”Or go alone,” he added.
”They've cut up rough, then?” I inquired.
”Young Frank has, anyway,” he said with a brave a.s.sumption of breaking away from servility.
”You didn't see the old man?”
”Never a sight of him.”
”And young Frank...?”
”Shoved it home for all he was worth. Threatened me with the law and what not. Said if I tried to take Her with me they'd have us stopped and take an action against me for abduction. I suppose it's all right that they can do that?”
”I'm afraid it is,” I said; ”until she comes of age.”
”Glad I'd taken the car back, anyhow,” Banks muttered, and I guessed that young Frank's vindictiveness had not been overestimated by Anne. No doubt, he would have been glad enough to complicate the issue by alleging Banks's theft of that car.
”Well, what do you propose to do now?” I asked, after a short interval of silence.
”_I_ don't know,” Banks said desperately, and then added, ”It depends chiefly on Her.”
”She'll probably vote for an elopement,” I suggested.
”And if they come after us and I'm bagged?”
”Don't let yourself get bagged. Escape them.”
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