18/21 For all he knew, it might not be a wife that Foster was so afraid of. He was merely concerned chiefly with his own affairs--a common enough failing, surely. But now that he had thought himself into a mental eddy where his own affairs offered no new impulse toward emotion, he turned over and over in his mind the mysterious trip he was taking. It had come to seem just a little too mysterious to suit him, and when Bud Moore was not suited he was apt to do something about it. He explained shortly to his companions that he had to stop and buy a road map and that he wouldn't be long, and crawled out into the rain. |