bet, while he was watching and waiting, he wondered a lot about me.
"He even had a girl like mine; you saw that Christina looked like Dot. He came on here with Christina about six months ago and Win Scofield met her at a cabaret and went crazy over her. We know what happened from the Scofield point of view. From Christina's and my friend's—well, he told her to go to it, pick up a million or so and get out. Or maybe she'd do it nicely and legally, assert cruelty and get a divorce with whopping alimony in the most proper way.
"Then Fred and Kenyon thought they'd stop anything like that; they whipsawed the old man out of his control of the company when he was away and had him on an allowance when he got home. They thought they were awfully smart. All they did was sentence their father; that's all. Meanwhile my friend turned some of his attention back to me, letting the well-known mill of the gods do its bit of grinding on the Scofield affair.
"Harrison Crewe was arriving in dear old Chicago with a nice necklace for daughter Dorothy. The newspapers not only appraised it but advertised its first appearance with all
