Chapter 15

Seline knocked on the door to her father’s study and was bade to enter. When she went in she was shocked. Her usually neat and well put together father was disheveled. His jacket was thrown over the chair, his waistcoat was unbuttoned, and his shirt was half unbuttoned. His usually neatly combed hair was almost standing straight up as if he had been trying to pull it out. He had a bottle of the bourbon that his friend Dr. Misner gave him for his birthday. A large tumbler was in one hand and the other hand had a pen. He appeared to be writing a note. Seline did not take a look at the note, but she knew that, he too, was up to something.

Seline sat in the same chair that she sat in earlier when she and her father met with Mr. Dells.

“Papa. I have an idea, but I need both your help and your blessing.” Seline’s father looked at her. He was a mess, but not quite as drunk as he may have seemed. Still she knew that he may be a bit more influenceable after having had so much to drink.

“What