“I beg your pardon, Miss Holstrom,” I apologized. “But an itching to
strike that man has been in my fingers for some time.”
“You ought to have waited until you had an excuse to strike harder than
that, Mr. Sidney. I have known Marcena Keedy for a long time. A man like
you with a big job ahead ought to be able to keep his eyes to the front
all the time. Now you will have to keep looking behind you. I say--I
have known Mr. Keedy for a long time.”
She went out.
I followed a few minutes afterward, and I went with my head down, and
I was pretty thoughtful. Captain Holstrom and I bumped together in the
doorway. He shoved past me and threw a club into a corner.
“I hope you can dive better’n you can fight,” he snorted.
Then he bawled to the waiter and demanded his piece of pie.