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Sears, seeing the emotion he was under, watched him closely. They
had both been on the point of starting for New Mexico to visit a
mine in which Mr. Fairbrother was interested, and he waited with
inconceivable anxiety to see if his master would change his
plans. It was while he was in this condition of mind that he was
seen to shake his fist at Mrs. Fairbrother's passing figure; a
menace naturally interpreted as directed against her, but which,
if we know the man, was rather the expression of his anger
against the husband who could rebuke and threaten so beautiful a
creature. Meanwhile, Mr. Fairbrother's preparations went on and,
three weeks before the ball, they started. Mr. Fairbrother had
business in Chicago and business in Denver. It was two weeks and
more before he reached La Junta. Sears counted the days. At La
Junta they had a long conversation; or rather Mr. Fairbrother
talked and Sears listened. The sum of what he said was this: He
had made up his mind to have back his diamond. He was going to
New York to get it. He was going alone, and as he wished no one
to know that he had gone or that his plans had been in any way
interrupted, the other was to continue on to El Moro, and,
passing himself off as Fairbrother, hire a room at the hotel and
shut himself up in it for ten days on any plea his ingenuity
might suggest. If at the end of that time Fairbrother should
rejoin him, well and good. They would go on together to Santa Fe.
But if for any reason the former should delay his return, then
Sears was to exercise his own judgment as to the length of time
he should retain his borrowed personality; also as to the
advisability of pushing on to the mine and entering on the work
there, as had been planned between them.
Sears knew what all this meant. He understood what was in his
master's mind, as well as if he had been taken into his full
confidence, and openly accepted his part of the business with
seeming alacrity, even to the point of supplying Fairbrother with
suitable references as to the ability of one James Wellgood to
fill a waiter's place at fashionable functions. It was not the
first he had given him. Seventeen years before he had written the
same, minus the last phrase. That was when he was the master and
Fairbrother the man. But he did not mean to play the part laid
out for him, for all his apparent acquiescence. He began by
following the other's instructions. He exchanged clothes with him
and other necessaries, and took the train for La Junta at or near
the time that Fairbrother started east. But once at El Moro--once
registered there as Abner Fairbrother from New York--he took a
different course from the one laid out for him,--a course which
finally brought him into his master's wake and landed him at the
same hour in New York.
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