No effort has been made to relieve her anxiety."
"You mean that fool story about some one else pretending to be her?"
"It cannot altogether be a fool story when this mysterious party passes
forged checks at the bank."
"There was only one; that means nothing; the girl isn't using good sense.
So this is the stuff she is filling you up with? And you propose
investigating her wild imaginings, hey? By Gad, you are going to have an
interesting time."
"I hope so; at least I am hoping to discover some truth."
"Good. I wish you well," and his tone was one of decided relief. "Your
adventures ought to prove quite amusing."
Coolidge laughed heartily, the whole affair apparently taking on a new
aspect, now that he felt he comprehended the real purpose of the other.
"Oh, by the way, West, you must pardon me if I send Sexton into your room
for a valise I left there. You see I occupied that suite until you came."
"Oh, indeed," surprised, "I noticed no other grip there."
"It is in the closet. That has always been my room whenever I visit
here. I do not know why Natalie decided to change me this time--naturally
wished to reserve the best for you, I presume."
"Very kind of her, I am sure. There is Sexton now."
"Which means breakfast is served. Shall we go in?"
The two men walked slowly up the gravelled path, leading to the side
door. West's thoughts were busy with this new discovery. Had he
inadvertently stumbled upon a clue? So he had occupied the room usually
reserved for Percival Coolidge.
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