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"Well, I don't know; perhaps I have." Hazel smiled noncommittally.
She wondered what had led Kitty Brooks to that conclusion. "Why?"
"Well--ah--you see," he began rather lamely. "The fact is--I hope
you'll regard this as strictly confidential, Mrs. Wagstaff. I wouldn't
want Bill to think I, or any of us, was trying to bring pressure on
him. But the fact is, Bill's got a mistaken impression about the way
we're conducting the financial end of this mining proposition. You
understand? Very able man, your husband, but headstrong as the deuce.
I'm afraid--to speak frankly--he'll create a lot of unpleasantness.
Might disrupt the company, in fact, if he sticks to the position he
took this morning. Thought I'd run in and talk it over with him.
Fellow's generally in a good humor, you know, when he's lunched
comfortably at home."
"I'm quite in the dark," Hazel confessed. "Bill seemed a trifle put
out about something. He didn't say what it was about."
"Shall I explain?" Mr. Brooks suggested. "You'd understand--and you
might be able to help. I don't as a rule believe in bringing business
into the home, but this bothers me. I hate to see a good thing go
wrong.
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