Life insurance -- Fiction; Life insurance agents -- Fiction; Short stories
Murray had heard of Miss Bronson some years before. She had suddenly
given up society to become a trained nurse, and there had been vague
rumors of an unhappy love affair. Later, her father’s death had left her
dependent upon her own resources, and society had commented on what a
fortunate thing it was that she had already chosen an occupation and
fitted herself for it. He never had known her, and only a bare
suggestion of the story had come to his notice, but it was sufficient to
make him more than ever her champion now.
“Miss Bronson,” he said, “I fear there are greater complications here
than I had supposed. Did Mr. Vincent get any money on either of those
trips?”
“Yes. On the second he told me that he closed up an old deal, and he was
more contented after that. After the first he was so dreadfully
disturbed, that I never dared ask him any questions.”
“Do you know where the insurance policy is?”
“No. I searched for it before coming here, but could find no trace of
it.”
Murray was as considerate as the circumstances would permit, but he had
become suddenly business-like. Aside from the question of sympathy, the
matter was now one to interest him deeply. He had been groping blindly
before, but with light came the possibility of action.
“You are alone?” he asked.
“Entirely so.”
“If you will go back,” said Murray, reaching for his desk telephone,
“Mrs. Murray will be there as soon as a cab can carry her. I would go
myself, but I think I can be of better service to you for the moment by
remaining here.”
As soon as she had gone and he had telephoned to his wife, Murray made
some inquiries of the clerks in the outer office and learned of a sick
man who had asked about the possibility of changing the beneficiary of a
policy. The visit had been made some time before, but the man was so
evidently ill and in such deep distress that the circumstances had been
impressed on the mind of the clerk who had answered his questions.
“That accounts for one trip,” mused Murray. “Now for the loan-shark that
he saw on the other. We’ll hear from him pretty soon, and then there
will be some lively times.”
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