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He had gone upstairs to the storeroom for Olga's trunk to the very room in which Janice had last seen the treasure-box. It might be that the driver was the person guilty of taking the box. Olga might know nothing about it. Yet her disappearance without informing her friends of her intention to leave Greensboro looked suspicious. Mr. Day had to search further. He had two other persons to discover.
But on Olga's first cue, her line was spoken with no hesitation at all, and in tone, pitch and inflection, it was almost a phonographic copy of the voice that had served it for a model. There was a solid two seconds of silence. For once in her life Patricia Devereux had missed a cue! John Galbraith had been an acrobat as well as a dancer, and he was quick on his feet.
He gripped it fast, and she was conscious for an instant of a curious gladness, a willingness to leave it in his hold, that she had never experienced before. But at the door of Olga's room he softly relinquished it, and drew back. Olga was lying propped on pillows, and breathing quickly. The nurse was bending over her with a glass, but Olga's face was turned away. She was watching the door.
He mused upon her features till they became the ideal beauty; he clad her, body and soul, in all the riches of love's treasure-house; she was at length his crowned lady, his perfect vision of delight. With such thoughts had he sat by Mrs. Hannaford, at the meeting which was to be their last. He was about to utter them, when she spoke Olga's name. "In you she will always have a friend?
Only" cupping her chin in his hand and turning her face up to his "I notice I often have a somewhat worried-looking wife after one of Miss Lermontof's visits. I don't think she is too good a friend for you, Diana. Couldn't you get some one else to accompany you?" Diana hesitated. She would have been quite glad to dispense with Olga's services had it been possible.
By the light of the moon, which was then nearly down, this party observed the Olga's two boats and the praam, which they described as "almost sinking with men," the boats keeping well out towards the reef, the praam at the moment apparently heading for the shore. An extreme agitation seems to have reigned in the rifle-pits. What were the new-comers? What was their errand?
Palma acquainted with her daughter's movements, or was the girl's nervous excitement of the morning indirectly connected with some mystery, of which the mother did not even dream? That some adroitly hidden sorrow was the secret spring of Olga's bitterness toward Mr.
I love you I do love you but only when you paint, monsieur l'artiste then you are magnificent a companion to the gods! When you kiss Oh, la la! You are er paleozoic!" It was Olga's master stroke. She could parry no longer and must thrust if she would survive. The tenderness that this gaucherie aroused in her made her the more merciless in her mockery!
Markham was following Olga's artistic dissertation with the eye of dubiety, but their hostess was merciless. "Olga, dear," she inquired sweetly, "did you know your back hair was down?" "Oh, is it? How provoking! Georgette is positively worthless!"
"My dear," Muriel said, "I don't think I could bear to keep him when I know he wants to go. You will have to take care of him for me." "Oh, I will!" said Olga earnestly. Very little more passed between them on the subject then, but it filled Olga's mind throughout the day, even to the exclusion of that sinister shadow that still lurked at the back of her consciousness.
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