I hardened my heart and determined
to give the Sage of Redfield some of his own medicine.
My balance at the Redfield National Bank was $615.20. I sat
down at the table in my bedroom where I keep my accounts and
wrote out a check to Roger Mifflin for $400. I put in plenty
of curlicues after the figures so that no one could raise the
check into $400,000; then I got out my old rattan suit case
and put in some clothes. The whole business didn't take me
ten minutes. I came downstairs to find Mrs. McNally looking
sourly at the Parnassus from the kitchen door.
"You going away in that--that 'bus, Mis' McGill?" she asked.
"Yes, Mrs. McNally," I said cheerfully. Her use of the word
gave me an inspiration. "That's one of the new jitney 'buses
we hear about. He's going to take me to the station. Don't
you worry about me. I'm going for a holiday. You get Mr.
McGill's dinner ready for him. After dinner tell him there's
a note for him in the living-room."
"I tank that bane a queer 'bus," said Mrs. McNally, puzzled.
I think the excellent woman suspected an elopement.
I carried my suit case out to the Parnassus. Pegasus stood
placidly between the shafts. From within came sounds of
vigorous movement.
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