| "I doubt
it. Your uncle’s last words to me were, ‘He may look, but not drive. I paid
$7000.00 for that automobile, and I want it kept in one piece!’" "I’m hurt," James Henry said grinning. "It’s a beaut, though." He ran his hand over the metal sheeting of the totally enclosed grand auto. It had a walnut satin finish with maroon trim. The rear doors opened front to back, and its sleek fenders merged with running boards. Stowing his toted bag, he noted the upholstery was Moroccan leather, and jade tinted embroidered silk covered the rear interior doors and headliner. "Stop gawking and get in. Your uncle expecting you the soonest." "Why the hurry?" James Henry wanted to know getting in the front on the passenger side. |
"Not for me to say." Joseph pulled the car away from the curb and headed southeast down Market Street. James Henry cranked down his window to reacquaint himself with the sights and sounds of the city. After a long block, they followed behind a cable car as it clanged its way due east, down California Street, and entered the financial district. Multistory, masonry buildings lined both sides of the boulevard. |
