Double Trouble

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traces of Florian, preparatory to the restoration of the lost brother; but Brassfield, never anything but a wraith from the mysterious caves of the subconsciousness, was non-existent for evermore, except through the magic of Le Claire. But Elizabeth Waldron, just home from college, full of the wise unwisdom of Smith and twe

it. Then she thought of the weeks of chaste dalliance between her acceptance of him and his departure, and of the élan with which he had entered tha

whom it was out of sight, out of mind? Or was he one of those business men who can not place anything more delicate than pr

he summer-house where she had sat so much with him, and read it in quiet. Whereupon the unrest increas

he could. Professor Blatherwick and Judge Blodgett were working out a code of behavior for Mr. Amidon when he should return to Bellevale. They kept him in the Brassfield personality for hours every day; but such a

tory of names mentioned by him in his abnormal state, and compiled facts about each person. It must have been very much like the copious information that we think we have about historical characters-elaborate, and the best thing possible in the absence of the real facts;

t and complete was

he professor

ever find out about themselves-with a little filling in, on the spot, you know, why, they'll do first rate. For instance, under 'S' we have a man named Stevens, 'Old Stevens' you playfully call him. I figure him out to be an elderly man in some position of authority-he seems to sort of govern things, even you. The professor thinks

midon impatien

ere's 'A' for instance, and under it a ma

And I suppose this one in cipher is from Steven

' in strict privacy, I presume. Oh, there's a regular directory of 'em here. I've even discovered that you have a little friend, a child of say seven or eight years-tell by the tone, you know-that you call 'Daisy' and 'Daise' and s

tery. What justification there was for suspicion we shall be bet

o regulate my conduct in Bellevale

uite like remembering all about things;

me on the street, I'm to look him up in the index and find out who he

t be practicable, you know; but it's ten to one you'l

according to te brinciples of lotchik was te chutche's i

Amidon, "by which I shall be enabled to find

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ledge of my past relations with him,

only try to do the possible. Th

, "tell where I live in Bellevale, whether in lodgings or at

d on, am I? No one can remember everything all the time. We'l

them with the life of this Brassfield. I must take with me the bridge which spans the chasm between Brassfield and Amidon-I mean our friend Clara. Without her, I shall never go back. I haven't the

t's Notes on the Compiled Statements of Brassfield,

r own future, but the happiness of others, might be involved, without even a speaking acquaintance

snapped a rubber band about the ro

ind to concede the point, "let's see if it can be arr

don slowly, "that I

there needing attention, Florian-money matters-and-and other things, you know, my boy-and that we ought to be moving in the matter? I would respectful

eyes inured to the perusal of dusty commentaries and reports were still sharp enough to see the mutual tenderness exchanged in the unwavering, eye-to-eye encounters whereby Amidon was converted into Brassfield, and to note th

ctive letter all crumpled up in her hand, the tigrine Le Claire rested her elbows upon a window-ledge in the attitude of gazing into the street (it was all attitude, for she saw nothing), and

on, "have got up a wonderful guide fro

ith a smile; "the

inued, "so far as my steering by

she admitted

ired. "Then why did you

like that! I was nicely situ

e got to have you at Bellevale. I shall not go down ther

o have me-for a little while; knew it all the ti

you-will

af man, and my work for you only begun? I must go! We were just talking about our going to Be

vere te fair Fraulein Elizabeth resides, and chenerally get on to te logal skitivation. He vill meet up with us at te train, and see that ve don't put our foots in it. Ve vill dus be safed te mortification of hafing Alderman Brassfield, chairman of te street committee, asking te boliceman te vay to his lotchings;