Part 44 (2/2)
”Do you know Mr. John Winthrope, my father's former secretary?” she asked.
”I never saw him--don't recall that I ever heard of him--yes, believe so--didn't Mr. Dieman speak to me once about him? (asking himself)--yes, believe he did. Well, what of him?”
”Do you know whether Mr. Dieman bears ill-will against him yet?”
”Let me see,” said Eli, now in a cogitating tone, still with his chin upon his hands still on top of his cane, but lowering his eyes to the floor; ”he never mentioned him but once, and then in connection with--let me see--what?--with your father as secretary, sometime ago--got a phone?” he asked suddenly, now disposed toward being cautiously communicative.
”Yes; do you wish to use it?” asked Edith.
”I would like to before going farther in this talk. Where is it?”
Edith then led the way to the phone room, Eli following, with his hat still on his head, to the disgust even of the servants.
”I wish to be private,” he said to Edith and Star, seeing they were inclined to linger near.
”As you wish,” they returned, departing and closing the door behind them.
After finis.h.i.+ng his phoning, Eli emerged from the room, and strode through the dining room and on through to the drawing room, whistling a ditty, with his plug hat c.o.c.ked back on his head, swinging his cane round and round, like one out walking for pleasure. He resumed his seat as before, with the ladies as his examiners.
”Well?” said Edith.
”He says he has no ill-will against Mr. Winthrope any more; and requests me to take steps necessary to right any wrong against him. What's your wish?”
”Before I go farther,” said Edith, ”may I ask you if it is Mr. Dieman's purpose to remain the go-between in the graft system, of which Mr. Cobb is the head?”
”He's making an effort to break from the gang--he's been making the effort ever since he married; but it's hard to let go,” said Eli, casting an admiring glance at Star.
”Now, then; as to my wish, Mr. Jerey,” said Edith, trying to get his eyes away from Star; ”I want you to a.s.sist me and my father to break up the ring; in a quiet manner, if possible; if not quietly, then by law.”
”What's your object, mainly?” he asked.
”To get such men as Monroe and his dupes and old Mr. Cobb into the toils. These men have not been satisfied in working the graft system for all they are worth, but they have been plotting for months against me and my father. Can I depend on you?”
”You can. But what has Mr. Winthrope to do with it?”
”That is a part of the plot against my father and me.”
”Still I can't see--but never mind, I know the other fellers well, and will help you.”
”First, get Mr. Dalls back from Europe, and--”
”Say, miss,” he broke in, ”how did you know all this and these men?”
”Dieman communicated the information to Miss Barton, and she to me.”
”Ha!” he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, and then subsided into a quiet turn for a few moments. ”He did, eh?” he proceeded; ”then I know he'll approve anything I agree to here. Understand, I only carry information between Mr. Dieman and the lower men.”
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