Burned Bridges
Page 151He had learned casually that morning that Tommy's company had more than
made good Tommy's prophecy of swift work. Tommy Ashe and Joe Hedley were
rising young men.
"Oh, yes, they've got a mint," a broker he knew said to Thompson, with
an unconcealed note of envy. "By gad, it's a marvel how a pair of young
cubs like that can start on a shoestring and make half a million apiece
in two years."
"How did they both manage to escape the draft?" Thompson asked. "I'm
sure Ashe is a Class A man."
"Huh!" the broker snorted. "Necessary government undertakings.
Necessary hell! All they had to do with the shipbuilding was to bank
their rake-off. I tell you, Thompson, this country has supported the war
in great style--but there's been a lot of raw stuff in places where you
wouldn't suspect it. I'm not knocking, y' understand. This is no time to
Thompson called the shipyard first. In the glow of a sunny September
morning he felt that he must have imagined Tommy's attitude. He was a
fair-minded man, and he gave Tommy the benefit of the doubt.
But he failed to get in touch with Tommy. A voice informed him politely
that Mr. Ashe had left town that morning and would be gone several days.
Thompson hung up the receiver. For at least five minutes he sat debating
with himself. Then he took it down again.
"Give me Seymour 365L," he said to Central.
"Hello."
"Is Mr. Carr at home?"
"You have the wrong number," he was answered, and he heard the
connection break.
He tried again, and once more the same voice, this time impatiently,
"Wait," Thompson said quickly. "Is this Seymour 365L, corner of Larch
and First?"
"Yes."
"I beg pardon for bothering you. I'm just back from overseas and I'm
rather anxious to locate Mr. Carr--Samuel A. Carr. This was his home
two years ago."
"Just a minute," the feminine voice had recovered its original
sweetness. "Perhaps I can help you. Hold the line."
Thompson waited. Presently he was being addressed again.
"My husband believes Mr. Carr still owns this place. We lease through an
agent, however, Lyng and Salmon, Credit Foncier Building. Probably they
will be able to give you the required information."
"Thanks," Thompson said.
was mistaken. Carr had sold the place. Nor did Lyng and Salmon know his
whereabouts.
Tommy would know. But Tommy was out of town. Still there were other
sources of information. A man like Carr could not make his home in a
place no larger than Vancouver and drop out of sight without a ripple.
Thompson stuck doggedly to the telephone, sought out numbers and called
them up. In the course of an hour he was in possession of several facts.
Sam Carr was up the coast, operating a timber and land undertaking for
returned soldiers. The precise location he could not discover, beyond
the general one of Toba Inlet.