IV.
One morning a fortnight later, Sara telephoned to Marston Raines.
“Charlie Clayhorne is back in town,” she said.
“Have you seen him?”
“He came to see me yesterday. He’s been down in Alabama where he was born.”
“Does he seem better?”
“I think so. That’s what I telephoned you about. It’s me now—something seems to have happened to me.”
“Tell me about it.”
“He came in yesterday afternoon and sat down and said, ‘I’m all right now, Sara!’ Nothing more than that, though I rather encouraged an explanation.”
“That’s good. It looks as if he’s cleared it up.”
“Then he told me he’d gone to work in a bond house—of course, after he left I called up Henry Cortelyou at once and asked Henry to give him a chance and of course Henry was glad to. I didn’t tell Charlie—anyhow, Charlie said he tho
