"Miss Sherwood, I'm going to ask another favor of you. In connection
with a bet I made with Mr. Hunt. I want to talk with a picture
dealer--the best one there is. I can't very well go to him. Can you
manage to have him come here?"
"Easily. I know the man best for your purpose. I'll telephone, and if
he's in New York he'll come to see you this afternoon."
"Thank you."
She started out, then turned. "Better finish your business with him
to-day if you can. We go to the country to-morrow or the day after.
I've just had word that the workmen are finally out of the house;
though the grounds, of course, are in bad shape, and will probably
remain so. With this labor situation, it's practically impossible to
get men."
Larry remembered something else. "Miss Sherwood, you recall my once
speaking about a man I got to be friends with in prison--Joe Ellison?"
"Yes."
"I've written him, under an assumed name, of course, and have had an
answer. He'll be out in a very few days now. He's through with his old
ways. I know he'd like nothing better than a quiet place to work, off
to himself somewhere. I'm sure you can trust him."
"We'll arrange to have him come out to Cedar Crest. Oh, don't think
I'm being generous or sentimental," she interrupted smilingly as he
started to thank her.
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