"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
And then--and then they sped away, and I followed them with dimming
gaze till I could see them no more. I trudged home. . . .
I stood on the upper deck. The spires and domes of the city faded on
my sight till all merged into a gray smoky patch on the horizon. With
a dead cigar clenched between my teeth I watched and watched with a
callous air, as though there had been no wrench, as though I had not
left behind all I loved in the world. And yet I gazed, the keen salt
air singing past my ears, till there was nothing but the sea as far as
the eye could scan.
Thus I began the quest of the elusive, which is a little of love, a
little of adventure, and a little of all things.
CHAPTER III
Hillars hadn't been down to the office in two days, so the assistant
said.
"Is he ill?" I asked, as I carried a chair to the window.
"Ill?" The young man coughed affectedly.
"Do you believe it possible for him to come in this afternoon?"
"It is quite possible. One does not use the word impossible in regard
to Hillars. It is possible that he may be in St.
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