He gave a few concise and imperative orders to obsequious
superintendents and foremen, who subsequently repeated them with even
greater freedom to the perspiring foreigners, and left the scene of
confusion without so much as a glance behind. Wagons, carts,
motortrucks and all manner of wheeled things were scuttling about
Blitherwood as he shot down the long, winding avenue toward the lodge
gates, but he paid no attention to them. They were removing the
remnants of a glory that had passed at five in the morning. He was
not interested in the well-plucked skeleton. It was a nuisance
getting rid of it, that was all, and he wanted it to be completely
out of sight when he returned from Red Roof. If a vestige of the
ruins remained, some one would hear from him! That was understood.
And when Maud came home on the five-fourteen she would not find him
asleep--not by a long shot!
Half-way to Red Roof, he espied a man walking briskly along the road
ahead of him. To be perfectly accurate, he was walking in the middle
of the road and his back was toward the swift-moving, almost
noiseless Packard.
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