The Breaking Point - Page 120/275

When, much later, Dick was able calmly to review that day, he found his

recollection of it confused by the events that followed, but one thing

stood out as clearly as his later knowledge of the almost incredible

fact that for one entire day and for the evening of another, he had

openly appeared in Norada and had not been recognized. That fact was his

discovery that the Livingstone ranch house had no place in his memory

whatever.

He had hired a car and a driver, a driver who asserted that this was

the old Livingstone ranch house. And it bore no resemblance, not the

faintest, to the building he remembered. It did not lie where it should

have lain. The mountains were too far behind it. It was not the house.

The fields were not the proper fields. It was wrong, all wrong.

He went no closer than the highway, because it was not necessary. He

ordered the car to turn and go back, and for the first and only time he

was filled with bitter resentment against David. David had fooled him.

He sat beside the driver, his face glowering and his eyes hot, and let

his indignation burn in him like a flame.

Hours afterwards he had, of course, found excuses for David. Accepted

them, rather, as a part of the mystery which wrapped him about. But they

had no effect on the decision he made during that miserable ride back to

Norada, when he determined to see the man Bassett and get the truth out

of him if he had to choke it out.