Take Nelda and
Geraldine with you, and go somewhere. There's likely to be some uproar."
"Well, Nelda and Geraldine and I are going to church, in the morning,"
Gladys said. "It's a question of face. We have a rented pew--Lane was
quite active in church work--and none of us are willing to let ourselves
get squeezed out of it. We all go; even Geraldine manages to drag herself
to the Lord's House through an alcoholic fog. And we'll have to be back
in time for dinner. It would look funny if we weren't."
"Well, if nothing's happened by the time you get back, I want you to talk
the girls into going somewhere with you in the afternoon, and stay away
till evening. And don't get the idea that you could help me here," he
added, stopping an objection. "I know what I'm talking about. The
presence of any of you here would only delay matters and make it harder
for me."
Then Ritter came in, a cigarette in one corner of his mouth, carrying a
tray on which were a bottle of Bourbon, a bottle of Scotch, a siphon and
a couple of bottles of beer.
CHAPTER 20
The dining-room was empty, when Rand came down to breakfast the next
morning. Taking the seat he had occupied the evening before, he waited
until Ritter came out of the kitchen through the pantry.
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