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He placed the pictures directly under a lamp and studied them with the aid of the magnifier. "It is Thomas Camillion," he said finally. "Your friend Sandy Allen has a sharp eye. I wouldn't have known him, either." That surprised Rick. Steve had never met the owner of Calvert's Favor, but because of Camillion's notorious reputation, Rick had been certain that Steve would recognize him on sight.
The problem of the white-haired man with the familiar face still remained. Steve's books had disclosed that Calvert's Favor was famous, that it had been so named by the original settler because he had been granted the land by Lord Calvert, that it had changed hands only twice in more than a century. What the books didn't give was its location.
She will not find his equal among the white-livered aristocrats who swarm around her. I wish I could revenge Monsieur for this," he said, savagely, and jumping on his horse he rode after the two gentlemen. The journey back to Tours was made more quickly than coming, and Mr. Jefferson was so full of his visit to Azay-le-Roi as not to notice Calvert's preoccupation and silence.
Half an hour later she was attracted by the appearance from the windows of certain straggling blue spots on the upland that seemed moving diagonally towards the Marsh. She did not know that it was Calvert's second "detail" joining him, but believed for a moment that he had not yet departed, and was strangely relieved.
"Before I accept Monsieur Calvert's escort, I wish to explain " but Calvert interrupted her. "No explanation is necessary, Madame, surely," he said, a little wearily. She blushed yet more deeply and raised her head imperiously. "You are right, Monsieur.
Before the entrance Monsieur de Beaufort's groom was walking his half-frozen and restless horses up and down the icy street. Beaufort laid his hand on Calvert's arm. "Come," he said, gloomily, "the place is become insufferable. Let me take you back to the Legation."
If there were tears in Mrs. Calvert's bright, dark eyes, she did not allow them to fall. Unclasping her darling's arms and gently laying them down, she silently signalled to Mrs. Ford and almost as silently left the room. The "Gray Lady" followed and Aunt Betty whispered: "I'm getting too old for good-bys.
It isn't as if we had to say good-by, you see, for we'll be all together still. As for Mrs. Calvert's plan maybe we can persuade her to postpone business awhile for a taste of real ranch life. Eh?"
Then Calvert's Favor came into view and Rick caught his breath. It was a stunning plantation house. The tall columns made Rick think of pictures of the Old South, but as the boat turned slightly and more of the house came into view, he saw that it had a strictly Maryland character.
They moved sideways, then forward again, and emerged with the duck blind between them and Calvert's Favor. Rick thought to himself that it had been pretty good navigation, considering that most of the journey had been blind, in grass over their heads. Apparently Scotty thought so, too. He turned and gave Rick a big grin, then headed for the rear of the duck blind.
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