He was nothing
more to us. You wouldn't have cared to see him again." She rose,
smoothed out her skirt and stood looking at her father. "There is one
thing, of course, that you'll do at once."
Her voice had changed so oddly that he said quickly: "What's that?"
"Call Grant off the scent. He'll only frighten or exasperate your game,
and that's what you don't want."
Her voice was as imperious as it had been previously listless. And it
was the first time he had ever known her to use slang.
It seemed as startling as if it had fallen from the marble lips above
him.
"But I've promised him that we should go together to my lawyer
to-morrow, and begin a suit against the proprietors of the 'Clarion.'"
"Do nothing of the kind. Get rid of Grant's assistance in this matter;
and see the 'Clarion' proprietor yourself. What sort of a man is he? Can
you invite him to your house?"
"I have never seen him; I believe he lives at San Jose. He is a wealthy
man and a large land owner there. You understand that after the first
article appeared in his paper, and I knew that he had employed your
brother--although Grant says that he had nothing to do with it and left
Fletcher on account of it--I could have no intercourse with him. Even if
I invited him he would not come."
"He MUST come. Leave it to ME." She stopped and resumed her former
impassive manner. "I had something to say to you too, father.
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