Part 3 (2/2)

There were two reasons for pressing haste on this morning. The moving from the old quarters to the new involved an amount of work that was appalling. There were a thousand things to be done, and for the next week or ten days the force of three employees must work at top speed.

Current business would have to be attended to as usual, and in addition there was the colossal task of removing the contents of the three crowded floors from the old building to the new.

There was a second task which, in Drew's secret heart, seemed the more important. That was to discover the address of the girl he had met on the pier and learn what he could about her.

In the first flush of determination this had seemed to be a comparatively easy matter. The very fact that he wanted it so badly seemed to guarantee his success. Such difficulties as suggested themselves he waved airily aside. No young Lochinvar coming out of the West had felt more certain of carrying off his Ellen than Allen Drew had felt the night before of finding Miss Ruth Adams. But when he applied his mind to the task in the cold light of day, it did not seem so easy and he was hazy as to the best way to go about it.

He opened his desk, and before looking at the mail that mutely besought his attention, he reached for the huge city directory and opened to the letter ”A.” He was appalled to find how many Adamses there were.

There were dozens, scores, hundreds! Even with the firm and corporation names eliminated, the individual Adamses were legion. And not one of them had Ruth before it.

This, however, he had hardly expected. She was too young to be listed separately, and would probably be included under the name of her father or her mother.

He had had a vague idea that, if there were not too many Adamses, he might take them one by one and by discreet inquiries in the neighborhood of each find out if the family included a young lady named Ruth. If he succeeded, that would be a great point gained. What he should do after that he would have been puzzled to tell. But he had a desperate hope that, hovering in the vicinity, some way, somehow, he could manage to secure an introduction.

But now, with this formidable array of names before him, his plan vanished into thin air. Life was too short, and he could not wait for eternity!

And how did he know that she lived in the city at all? It was probable, but not at all certain. She might simply be here on a visit; and for all he knew her permanent home might be Chicago or San Francisco.

Clearly, he must see Captain Peters without loss of time. The girl had gone aboard his bark, and the probability was that her errand had been with him.

He looked hastily through the mail, and was glad to see that it included a notification from the freight department of the railroad that a windla.s.s consigned to ”T. Grimshaw” had arrived and was awaiting his orders.

”I'll just drop around to see Peters and set his mind at rest about that windla.s.s,” he said to Winters, reaching for his hat.

”I thought you did that yesterday,” replied Winters.

”I told him we expected it,” said Drew, flus.h.i.+ng a little; ”but he may be worrying about it, being delayed on the way. He's an old customer of ours and we want to keep on the right side of him.”

Winters looked his surprise at this sudden spasm of business anxiety, but said nothing further, and Drew hastened down to the Jones Lane pier and boarded the _Normandy_. But again he was doomed to meet with disappointment.

”Sorry, sir,” said the second officer, biting off a chew from a plug of tobacco, ”but the skipper can't be seen just now. Just came aboard a little while ago and there was a friend on either side of him. You know how it is,” and he winked. ”He's below now, sound asleep, and 'twould be as much as my billet's worth to disturb him.”

”Well,” Drew said thoughtfully, ”that windla.s.s he ordered has arrived and I'll see that it's carted down here to-day. But there was another matter I wanted to speak to him about.”

”Better wait a day or two if it's any favor you want to ask the old man,” advised the seaman. ”Let his coppers get cooled first. A better navigator than Cap'n Peters never stepped, and he don't lush none 'twixt port and port; but he's no mamma's angel child when his coppers is hot, believe me!”

”Thanks. I'll remember,” Drew said. ”Of course you did not notice the young lady who came aboard here yesterday afternoon just after I left?”

”Didn't I, though?” responded the second officer of the _Normandy_.

”My eye!”

”Do you know who she is?” blurted out Drew.

”No, sir. But the skipper does, I reckon.”

”All right,” Drew said, and turned to descend the plank to the dock.

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