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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 145 June to November 1922
Year: 1922 (1920s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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When I think nowof all those hours I spent sending thatridiculous message that got nowhere—sheer wasted effort. I wonder if it was, as you say,wasted effort. Thayer was studyingthe table-cloth with half-shut eyes, as ifdeep in some intricate speculation. I halted with uplifted glass, dumb-founded. Do you mean that it wasnta hoax? That story of Dirkes. Im sure Idont know. But that alleged bomb in the boxof ore specimens— I persisted. Thayer, still glooming at the table-cloth, shrugged his shoulders. Thatsprecisely my point. I regarded him for a moment, com-pletely mystified. Arent you rathercryptic? I demanded tartly. Thayer laughed, and now he leanedback in his chair and looked across atme. I dont mean to be. But, really,theres no answer to your questions.Im wondering now myself. And Ihappen to know something about thatqueer business — more than anyoneknows, except perhaps Eileen Truslow.Shes Truslows wife. Our waiter reappeared with a traywhich he set down upon a serving table,
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Drawn by W. H. D. Koerner SHE WAS LIKE SOME SPIRIT OF SUPPLICATION, SCULPTURED FOR ALL TIME 496 HARPERS MONTHLY MAGAZINE but to my annoyance I discovered thathe was about to serve a party at an ad-joining table that had come in after wehad done so. The service is abominable in thisplace, I grumbled. However, youwere saying— Thayer turned with a shrug fromobserving the waiters ministrations atthe adjoining table. I shall have totell you about Eileen, he resumed. She was Truslows second wife. Muchyounger than he. Hardly more thantwenty-six at the time were talkingabout, while Truslow is all of fifty-five,I should say. Typical, American self-made success. You know the type—big, heavy, impressive; mentallyvrathersimple and unsophisticated, but with aniron will that matched his iron frame.Eileen, a decided contrast—petite,blond, willowy, and . . . well, spiritu-elle. But thats not the word. What-ever it was, you felt it very distinctlywhen her eyes were suddenly turnedupon you. Wonde

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