"Down to the Gulf, I believe. Do you know him, Warren? Nice
chap. Too bad about his father's sudden death from heart
failure, wasn't it? He told me they were putting in supplies for
a two months' cruise and would not be able to sail before three
in the morning."
"I don't know Van Cleft," was Warren's guarded reply. "Of
course, I read of his sad loss. But he is so rich now that he
can wipe out his grief with a change of scene and part of the
inheritance. It's being done in society, these days."
"Poor Van Cleft! He's besieged by blackmailers, who threaten to
lay bare his father's extravagant innuendos, unless he pays fifty
thousand dollars. He can afford it, but as he says, it's war
times and money is scarce as brunette chorus girls. He has put
the matter before the District Attorney and is going to sail for
Far Cathay until they round up the gang. These criminals are so
clumsy nowadays, I imagine it will be an easy task, don't you,
Warren?"
The other man's eyes narrowed to black slits as he studied the
childlike expression of Shirley's face.
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