inevitable preparatory school, Harvard, the proper clubs, the family banking house—even gone and got himself engaged to the very girl his mother would have picked for him. There have been times when I hoped he might kick over—the war—but no, he came back and got meekly into the old rut.”
“Then he’s reliable—steady?”
Miss Minerva smiled. “Dan, compared with that boy, Gibraltar wabbles occasionally.”
“Discreet, I take it?”
“He invented discretion. That’s what I’m telling you. I love him—but a little bit of recklessness now and then— However, I’m afraid it’s too late now. John Quincy is nearly thirty.”
Dan Winterslip was on his feet, his manner that of a man who had made an important decision. Beyond the bamboo curtain that hung in the door leading to the living-room a light appeared. “Haku!’’ Winterslip called. The Jap came swiftly.
“Haku, tell the chauffeur—quick—the big car! I must get to the dock before the President Tyler sails for San Francisco. Wikiwiki!”
The servant disappeared into the living-room, and Winterslip followed. Somewhat puzzled, Miss Minerva sat for a moment, then rose and pushed aside the curtain. “Are you sailing, Dan?” she asked.
He was seated at his desk, writing hurriedly. “No, no—just a note—I must get it off on that boat—”
There was an air of suppressed excitement about him. Miss Minerva stepped over the threshold into the living-room. In another moment Haku appeared with an announcement that was unnecessary, for the engine of an automobile was humming in the drive. Dan Winterslip
