Part 54 (2/2)
”Shall we go on a tour?” asked Quincy the next morning.
”I can't leave the Harrison case. I must follow a clue this morning.”
”Where shall we live, Mary? In grandfather's house on Beacon Street, or shall I build a new one? I'll make it a palace, if you say so.”
”Well, I sha'n't say so--but let's live anywhere but here.”
”We'll bid Mr. Ca.s.s a long farewell--but I admire his tenacity. He's a sort of moral bull-dog. I might use him in my business.”
”Our business, Quincy.”
”That's so--we are partners professionally, and lovers ever.”
As she disengaged herself from his embrace, Mary exclaimed: ”I've planned a model honeymoon for us, Quincy. You must go over the Harrison case with me. I'm sure _we_ can prove that he was an innocent man, and--”
”We'll find the real criminal, Mary, and bring him to justice.”
”It will be a long and tedious investigation. I may have to visit every drug store in the city.”
”That's easy. I'll buy you a touring car--I will act as _chauffeur_--”
”Why a touring car--why not a runabout just for two?”
”As you say, my dear. Your word is law--or the next thing to it. By the way, Mary, we must live on Beacon Street.”
”Why, must?”
”Because Mr. Strout has bought a house on Commonwealth Avenue, and we must keep the line drawn sharp between the old families and the _nou-veaux riches!_”
THE END.
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