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Mason City, Iowa
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Tuesday, July 20, 1948
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July 19, 1948 City o'l«fc«-O»Mtt«, MM«a City, U. BY K£Y HAMILTON CHAPTER 41 Ellery chuckled. "I bet Eph is sorry he gave you that cat, Andrew. He says it's lonesome down at the filling station these days. He says hardly anybody stops to talk in the summer—just a lot of tourists who want their gas, and get away in a hurry." Gloria took it up. "He said the only East Branfield people he'd seen today were Cartl Thompson and Ralph Estabrook, and they didn't count." Andrew spoke quickly. "He saw them? When?" "I don't know; he didn't say. Sometime this afternoon, I guess." "It was this afternoon," Ellery volunteered unexpectedly. "I was there when they came by. Ralph said they were, going up to his shack in the hills and that's a long drive, so he fillet up his tank." "Where does Eph live, by the way?" Andrew kept his voice casual. "I want to see him this evening about something." "I'll show you, Mr. Paulson," Ellery said. "Time I was going home, anyway." Ellery was mute with admiration of the Cadillac all the way to the large sprawling house where Eph lived with an assortment of relatives. The piazza ran the whole width of the building and halfway down the sides as well. As far as Andrew could see, every one of the inhabitants was rocking on that porch—each in his own tempo. Eph occupied the central rocker, a mammoth affair, constructed to give good service to his ample figure. He grunted a greeting to Andrew, waved a hand at Ellery, who was ' walking home from there, and said, "Glad to see you. Won't you set a while?" Andrew lowered his voice. "I need your help, Eph. Can you come for a ride?" "Sure, sure." The big man got out of the chair with a surprisingly lithe movement. "Important?" "I think so," Andrew said, leading the way to the car. "Always wanted to ride in this thing," Eph said, smoothing the leather cushion with one hand. "What's the trouble?" Andrew twitched a mobile eyebrow at his friend. "How did you know there was trouble?" "Andy," Eph said, hoisting his bulk around in the seat so that he could look squarely at his friend's face, "unless you've got money to squander, you'd better never play poker." "I get it ... There is trouble, Eph. Carol and Ralph Estabrook stopped at your place this afternoon to get gas, I hear, on their way to Ralph's shack. I want you to show me the way to that shack. Carol hasn't come home, and her people are frantic." Eph snorted with disgust. "That Ralph! He has the instincts of a -No, I won't say it! Turn here, Andy. This is the road . It was Carol who let it drop about their going up to the place. He never would have, I guess. But once she'd said it, he made a great to-do about how they'd be able to get there, and take a look around, and be back in time foi supper . . . How fast you goin' anyhow?" "Sixty-five." "Good grief! I hope my Samaritan instincts don't land me in plaster cast!" "I gather it's a long drive.' Andrew's profile was lean and tense in the light from the dashboard. "Not so long in miles," Eph corrected him mournfully, " because we don't stay on this road. But it's terrible rough later on. You'l have to go slow then or bust your springs." "I'll 'bust' his when I get there." Andrew said with compressed fury. He hated the thought of his friend Sayre, hunting through the night for Carol—an old man with a weak heart. She ought to be spanked—hard! Eph sighed. "Better begin to slow down, Andy. There's a short cut we can take in a mile or so." The short cut proved to be a small graveled road in decent condition which, Eph swore, cut off about seven miles. The two men rode in anxious silence. When 2ph finally pointed out the nar- ow, rutted lane which led steep- y uphill toward the "shack," Andrew sat straighter. It was almost en when they got there, but their eward was the light which came n a thin thread from behind the drawn curtains at the windows. "They're here." The headlights icked up Ralph's car, parked at me side of the clearing around the house. Andrew got out, and Eph ollowed him. Apparently they had approached silently enough to give no warning to the two within, for everything was quiet. Suddenly hey heard a high-pitched laugh, . giggling, foolish laugh that nded in a surprised hiccup. Andrew strode to the door, ^nocked once, and opened before he sound of the knock had died on the quiet evening air. Ralph Istabrook, sprawled in a big chair, ;oggled at them, his mouth a silly japing hole in Ms vacant face. Half on his lap, half on the arm of the chair, was Carol. She waved an airy hand at Andrew and lost tier balance, falling half across Ralph. 'Hail the conquering (hie) hero comes!" she intoned. Andrew picked her up, and sat her on the floor, since she could not or would not stand. Ralph vveaved to his feet, then, a faint aelligerence beginning to supplant he silly smile. "You le* my girl- alone," he said. Andrew paid no attention. He strode to the rear of the one-room shack, where he had spied a small sink with a pump. He picked up a tew-pan, pumped it full of cold water, and came back to throw it unceremoniously in Ralph's face. The shock sent that young man floundering back in his chair, but tie staggered up again, considerably sobered, and in a towering rage. Andrew ignored him. The pan was filled a 2nd time, and this time Carol got it. She screamed, and then burst into tears. Andrew stooped over her, lifted her to her feet. "Here," he said, feeling like a brute, "here's my handkerchief. Dry your face, Carol." A commotion behind him startled him, and he wheeled around in time to see Ralph mixing it with Eph. At any other time, the sight would have made him laugh—the slim wiry young man, still more than half drunk, and the portly, middle-aged Eph. Ralph was lashing out with surprising force, but Eph, light on his feet as so many stout people are, moved with astonishing agility. Even so, Andrew was afraid of what would happen if Ralph could land only one blow on Eph's well upholstered midriff. He moved to help his friend, and came down on the floor with a crash that jarred him from head to feet. When his head cleared, Ralph was lying beside him, feebly stirring, and Eph was dusting off his hands with a professional gesture. "What happened?" Andrew demanded, rising slowly, and feeling jerking his head toward Carol. "I saw it out of the corner of my eye." Yes, but what happened to Ralph?" "Oh, him!" Eph said with heavily assumed nonchalance, but his pride shone through, nevertheless. "I hit him . . . When you fell down, he was fool enough to turn his head to look, and laid himself wide open.' They stopped talking then. They led Carol to the car, Andrew making sure she had left nothing telltale behind her, and put her between them. The drive back passed in bleak silence until they nearing Branfield. Then spoke. "I suppose you'll make the most of this—both of you,'' said with the undiluted bitterness of youth. "I suppose you'll spread it around." "You underestimate our resped for your grandfather," said reprovingly, still her. Her voice was hard. "My mothei drinks, too," she offered in roundabout extenuation pade. "So what?" he said roughly. She started to cry, and Andrew cringed inwardly, but he kept his tone unsympathetic. "Do you admire your mother," he asked. She did not answer long time, that he was about to repeat spoke. "I see what you mean, said. "No, I've always envied She's so beautiful, and she wears lovely clothes, and leads a very— ay—life . . . But I don't admire her." "Do you think she's happy?" "Oh, no," she said it quickly, and without stopping to think. ?hen she turned her head to look at Andrew. "How did you know?" "I've known a lot of people who vere handsome, and had fine clothes, and led a gay social life. But very few of them were happy . 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