Part 16 (1/2)
”So that's the Northrup fellow, is it?” Mary-Clare flushed and had a sensation of being la.s.soed by an invisible hand.
”Yes. He is staying at the inn--I sent Noreen there this morning while I went over to the Point; he was bringing her home.”
”He seemed to know that you weren't home.”
”Children come in handy,” Larry smiled pleasantly. ”More potato, Mary-Clare?”
”No.” Then, almost defiantly: ”Larry, Mr. Northrup asked his way to the inn the day he was travelling through. I have never spoken to him since, until to-day. When he found the house empty this afternoon, he naturally----”
”Why the explanation?” Larry looked blank and again Mary-Clare flushed.
”I felt one was needed.”
”I can't see why. By the way, Mary-Clare, those squatters at the Point are going to get a rough deal. Either they're going to pay regular, or be kicked out. I tell you when Tim Maclin sets his jaw, there is going to be something doing.”
This was unfortunate, but Larry was ill at ease.
”Maclin doesn't own the Point, Larry.”
”You better listen to Maclin and not Peter Heathcote.” Larry retraced his steps. His doubt of Northrup had led him astray.
Mary-Clare gave him a startled look.
”Maclin's a brute,” she said quietly. ”I prefer to listen to my friends.”
”Maclin's our friend. Yours and mine. You'll learn that some day.”
”I doubt it, Larry, but he's your employer and I do not forget that.”
”I wouldn't. And you're going to change your mind some fine day, my girl, about a lot of things.”
”Perhaps.”
”I'm sleeping outside, Mary-Clare.” Larry rose lazily. ”I just dropped in to--to call.” He laughed unpleasantly.
”I'm sorry, Larry, that you feel as you do.”
”Like h.e.l.l you are!” The words were barely audible. ”I'm going to give you a free hand, Mary-Clare, but I'm going to let folks see your game.
That's square enough.”
”All right, Larry.” Mary-Clare's eyes flickered. Then: ”Why did you take those letters?”
Larry looked blankly at her.
”I haven't taken any letters. What you hoaxing up?” He waited a moment but when Mary-Clare made no reply he stalked from the house angrily and into the night.
CHAPTER VII