"I KNOW he's
drinking somewhere," she cried, apprehensively. "He had the money from
his sign with him."
At eight o'clock she threw a shawl over her head and went over to the
harness shop. If anybody would know where McTeague was it would be
Heise. But the harness-maker had seen nothing of him since the day
before.
"He was in here yesterday afternoon, and we had a drink or two at
Frenna's. Maybe he's been in there to-day."
"Oh, won't you go in and see?" said Trina. "Mac always came home to his
supper--he never likes to miss his meals--and I'm getting frightened
about him."
Heise went into the barroom next door, and returned with no definite
news. Frenna had not seen the dentist since he had come in with the
harness-maker the previous afternoon. Trina even humbled herself to ask
of the Ryers--with whom they had quarrelled--if they knew anything of
the dentist's whereabouts, but received a contemptuous negative.
"Maybe he's come in while I've been out," said Trina to herself. She
went down Polk Street again, going towards the flat. The rain had
stopped, but the sidewalks were still glistening. The cable cars
trundled by, loaded with theatregoers. The barbers were just closing
their shops.
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