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And
then
,
as
if
purposely
to
solve
this
mystery
for
him
,
he
encountered
his
mother
one
day
passing
along
Spruce
Street
,
this
time
carrying
a
small
basket
on
her
arm
.
She
had
,
as
he
had
noticed
of
late
,
taken
to
going
out
regularly
mornings
and
afternoons
or
evenings
.
On
this
occasion
,
and
long
before
she
had
had
an
opportunity
to
see
him
,
he
had
discerned
her
peculiarly
heavy
figure
draped
in
the
old
brown
coat
which
she
always
wore
,
and
had
turned
into
Myrkel
Street
and
waited
for
her
to
pass
,
a
convenient
news
stand
offering
him
shelter
.
Once
she
had
passed
,
he
dropped
behind
her
,
allowing
her
to
precede
him
by
half
a
block
.
And
at
Dalrymple
,
she
crossed
to
Beaudry
,
which
was
really
a
continuation
of
Spruce
,
but
not
so
ugly
.
The
houses
were
quite
old
--
quondam
residences
of
an
earlier
day
,
but
now
turned
into
boarding
and
rooming
houses
.
Into
one
of
these
he
saw
her
enter
and
disappear
,
but
before
doing
so
she
looked
inquiringly
about
her
.
After
she
had
entered
,
Clyde
approached
the
house
and
studied
it
with
great
interest
.
What
was
his
mother
doing
in
there
?
Who
was
it
she
was
going
to
see
?
He
could
scarcely
have
explained
his
intense
curiosity
to
himself
,
and
yet
,
since
having
thought
that
he
had
seen
Esta
on
the
street
,
he
had
an
unconvinced
feeling
that
it
might
have
something
to
do
with
her
.
There
were
the
letters
,
the
one
hundred
dollars
,
the
furnished
room
in
Montrose
Street
.
Diagonally
across
the
way
from
the
house
in
Beaudry
Street
there
was
a
large-trunked
tree
,
leafless
now
in
the
winter
wind
,
and
near
it
a
telegraph
pole
,
close
enough
to
make
a
joint
shadow
with
it
.
And
behind
these
he
was
able
to
stand
unseen
,
and
from
this
vantage
point
to
observe
the
several
windows
,
side
and
front
and
ground
and
second
floor
.
Through
one
of
the
front
windows
above
,
he
saw
his
mother
moving
about
as
though
she
were
quite
at
home
there
.
And
a
moment
later
,
to
his
astonishment
he
saw
Esta
come
to
one
of
their
two
windows
and
put
a
package
down
on
the
sill
.
She
appeared
to
have
on
only
a
light
dressing
gown
or
a
wrap
drawn
about
her
shoulders
.
He
was
not
mistaken
this
time
.
He
actually
started
as
he
realized
that
it
was
she
,
also
that
his
mother
was
in
there
with
her
.
And
yet
what
had
she
done
that
she
must
come
back
and
hide
away
in
this
manner
?
Had
her
husband
,
the
man
she
had
run
away
with
,
deserted
her
?
He
was
so
intensely
curious
that
he
decided
to
wait
a
while
outside
here
to
see
if
his
mother
might
not
come
out
,
and
then
he
himself
would
call
on
Esta
.
He
wanted
so
much
to
see
her
again
--
to
know
what
this
mystery
was
all
about
.
He
waited
,
thinking
how
he
had
always
liked
Esta
and
how
strange
it
was
that
she
should
be
here
,
hiding
away
in
this
mysterious
way
.
After
an
hour
,
his
mother
came
out
,
her
basket
apparently
empty
,
for
she
held
it
lightly
in
her
hand
.
And
just
as
before
,
she
looked
cautiously
about
her
,
her
face
wearing
that
same
stolid
and
yet
care-stamped
expression
which
it
always
wore
these
days
--
a
cross
between
an
uplifting
faith
and
a
troublesome
doubt
.
Clyde
watched
her
as
she
proceeded
to
walk
south
on
Beaudry
Street
toward
the
Mission
.
After
she
was
well
out
of
sight
,
he
turned
and
entered
the
house
.
Inside
,
as
he
had
surmised
,
he
found
a
collection
of
furnished
rooms
,
name
plates
some
of
which
bore
the
names
of
the
roomers
pasted
upon
them
.
Since
he
knew
that
the
southeast
front
room
upstairs
contained
Esta
,
he
proceeded
there
and
knocked
.
And
true
enough
,
a
light
footstep
responded
within
,
and
presently
,
after
some
little
delay
which
seemed
to
suggest
some
quick
preparation
within
,
the
door
opened
slightly
and
Esta
peeped
out
--
quizzically
at
first
,
then
with
a
little
cry
of
astonishment
and
some
confusion
.
For
,
as
inquiry
and
caution
disappeared
,
she
realized
that
she
was
looking
at
Clyde
.
At
once
she
opened
the
door
wide
.
"
Why
,
Clyde
,
"
she
called
.
"
How
did
you
come
to
find
me
?
I
was
just
thinking
of
you
.
"
Clyde
at
once
put
his
arms
around
her
and
kissed
her
.
At
the
same
time
he
realized
,
and
with
a
slight
sense
of
shock
and
dissatisfaction
,
that
she
was
considerably
changed
.
