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  AT half past five that afternoon David had let himself into the housewith his latch key, hung up his overcoat on the old walnut hat rack, andwent into his office. The strain of the days before had told on him, andhe felt weary and not entirely well. He had fallen asleep in his buggy,and had wakened to find old Nettie drawing him slowly down the mainstreet of the town, pursuing an erratic but homeward course, while thepeople on the pavements watched and smiled.

  He went into his office, closed the door, and then, on the old leathercouch with its sagging springs he stretched himself out to finish hisnap.

  Almost immediately, however, the doorbell rang, and a moment laterMinnie opened his door.

  "Gentleman to see you, Doctor David."

  He got up clumsily and settled his collar. Then he opened the door intohis waiting-room.

  "Come in," he said resignedly.

  A small, dapper man, in precisely the type of clothes David mostabominated, and wearing light-colored spats, rose from his chair andlooked at him with evident surprise.

  "I'm afraid I've made a mistake. A Doctor Livingstone left his seatnumber for calls at the box office of the Annex Theater last night--theHappy Valley company--but he was a younger man. I--"

  David stiffened, but he surveyed his visitor impassively from under hisshaggy white eyebrows.

  "I haven't been in a theater for a dozen years, sir."

  Gregory was convinced that he had made a mistake. Like Louis Bassett,the very unlikeliness of Jud Clark being connected with the domesticatmosphere and quiet respectability of the old house made him feelintrusive and absurd. He was about to apologize and turn away, when hethought of something.

  "There are two names on your sign. The other one, was he by any chanceat the theater last night?"

  "I think I shall have to have a reason for these inquiries," David saidslowly.

  He was trying to place Gregory, to fit him into the situation; strainingback over ten years of security, racking his memory, without result.

  "Just what have you come to find out?" he asked, as Gregory turned andlooked around the room.

  "The other Doctor Livingstone is your brother?"

  "My nephew."

  Gregory shot a sharp glance at him, but all he saw was an elderly man,with heavy white hair and fierce shaggy eyebrows, a portly and dignifiedelderly gentleman, rather resentfully courteous.

  "Sorry to trouble you," he said. "I suppose I've made a mistake. I--isyour nephew at home?"

  "No."

  "May I see a picture of him, if you have one?"

  David's wild impulse was to smash Gregory to the earth, to annihilatehim. His collar felt tight, and he pulled it away from his throat.

  "Not unless I know why you want to see it."

  "He is tall, rather spare? And he took a young lady to the theater lastnight?" Gregory persisted.

  "He answers that description. What of it?"

  "And he is your nephew?"

  "My brother's son," David said steadily.

  Somehow it began to dawn on him that there was nothing inimical in thisstrange visitor, that he was anxious and ill at ease. There was, indeed,something almost beseeching in Gregory's eyes, as though he stood readyto give confidence for confidence. And, more than that, a sort of notunfriendly stubbornness, as though he had come to do something he meantto do.

  "Sit down," he said, relaxing somewhat. "Certainly my nephew is makingno secret of the fact that he went to the theater last night. If you'lltell me who you are--"

  But Gregory did not sit down. He stood where he was, and continued toeye David intently.

  "I don't know just what it conveys to you, Doctor, but I am BeverlyCarlysle's brother."

  David lowered himself into his chair. His knees were suddenly weak underhim. But he was able to control his voice.

  "I see," he said. And waited.

  "Something happened last night at the theater. It may be important. I'dhave to see your nephew, in order to find out if it is. I can't affordto make a mistake."

  David's ruddy color had faded. He opened a drawer of his desk andproduced a copy of the photograph of Dick in his uniform. "Maybe thiswill help you."

  Gregory studied it carefully, carrying it to the window to do so. Whenhe confronted David again he was certain of himself and his errand forthe first time, and his manner had changed.

  "Yes," he said, significantly. "It does."

  He placed the photograph on the desk, and sitting down, drew his chairclose to David's. "I'll not use any names, Doctor. I think you know whatI'm talking about. I was sure enough last night. I'm certain now."

  David nodded. "Go on."

  "We'll start like this. God knows I don't want to make any trouble. ButI'll put a hypothetical case. Suppose that a man when drunk commits acrime and then disappears; suppose he leaves behind him a bad recordand an enormous fortune; suppose then he reforms and becomes a usefulcitizen, and everything is buried."

  Doctor David listened stonily. Gregory lowered his voice.

  "Suppose there's a woman mixed up in that situation. Not guiltily, butthere's a lot of talk. And suppose she lives it down, for ten years,and then goes back to her profession, in a play the families take thechildren to see, and makes good. It isn't hard to suppose that neitherof those two people wants the thing revived, is it?"

  David cleared his throat.

  "You mean, then, that there is danger of such a revival?"

  "I think there is," Gregory said bitterly. "I recognized this man lastnight, and called a fellow who knew him in the old days, Saunders,our stage manager. And a newspaper man named Bassett wormed it out ofSaunders. You know what that means."

  David heard him clearly, but as though from a great distance.

  "You can see how it appears to Bassett. If he's found it, it's the bigstory of a lifetime. I thought he'd better be warned."

  When David said nothing, but sat holding tight to the arms of his oldchair, Gregory reached for his hat and got up.

  "The thing for him to do," he said, "is to leave town for a while. ThisBassett is a hound-hog on a scent. They all are. He is Bassett of theTimes-Republican. And he took Jud--he took your nephew's automobilelicense number."

  Still David sat silent, and Gregory moved to the door.

  "Get him away, to-night if you can."

  "Thank you," David said. His voice was thick. "I appreciate yourcoming."

  He got up dizzily, as Gregory said, "Good-evening" and went out. Theroom seemed very dark and unsteady, and not familiar. So this was whathad happened, after all the safe years! A man could work and build andpray, but if his house was built on the sand--

  As the outer door closed David fell to the floor with a crash.