“Good night, young man,” he said. “Step along ahead if you will! I
prefer to walk home alone--I have some business matters to run over in
my head.”
I realized fully that Judge Zebulon Kingsley did not care to have a
Sidney chumming with him before the eyes of Levant, and I did not take
this dismissal in bad part. I marched off.
But the memory of that face of his went with me. Fifty feet up in the
road I stood stock-still. What did it mean--his command to hand over
the money to his wife, making a secret of it? What made his eyes burn so
redly? What was the matter with Judge Kingsley, anyway? I listened for
his footsteps on the road behind me. I heard no sound.
It came to me that Celene Kingsley would have reason to blame me if I
left her old father floundering around the woods in the darkness.