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"Simsbury, Illinois," put in Merton quickly, wishing the girl could be better at remembering names. Baird at last seemed to be convinced. He heavily smote an open palm with a clenched fist. "Well, I'll be swoshed! I thought you must be kidding. If I'd seen him out on the lot I'd 'a' said he was the twin brother of Harold Parmalee." "There!" exclaimed the girl triumphantly.
"Liar," declared Parmalee evenly. "Drew lay on the deck unconscious from his fall. I was stooping to help him. Though you crept up behind me, I knew you when you seized me in your arms, you villain. And I hope to see you punished for it." Ditty, with a curse, would have struck Parmalee, but Drew stepped between them and received the blow intended for his comrade.
This was an item that he had overlooked. He should have done that in the cabaret scene. He also mastered the Parmalee trick of withdrawing the handkerchief from the cuff of the perfectly fitting morning coat. That was something else he should have done in The Blight of Broadway. Little things like that, done right, gave the actor his distinction. The drama progressed.
"It is not at all healthy for one child to model herself so entirely upon the pattern of another," said Miss Parmalee. "Most certainly it is not," agreed Miss Acton, the music-teacher. "Why, that poor little Amelia Wheeler had the rudiments of a fairly good contralto.
Parmalee is both clever and congenial, and we have done our best in the matter. But the days are going by and little of real importance has been discovered. However, I haven't told you as yet, the story of the gold bag. I have found its owner." Of course there were exclamations of surprise at this, but realizing its importance they quietly listened to my story.
A week later as the schooner was running up the Florida coast, Drew, who had gained strength magically after his enlightening interview with Parmalee, was standing with Ruth near the rail. Dusk was coming on, and a crescent moon was already showing its horns in the sky, still touched by the sun's aftermath. In the hush of the twilight they had fallen silent. Ruth's hand was resting on the rail.
To save you the shame, the humiliation of learning the truth about her degraded mother, she met in secret this Mr. Parmalee. On that night she went to the stone terrace to see her mother, for the first, the last, the only time. I arranged it all I lured her there I stabbed her, and flung her over into the sea! I hated her for your sake I hated her for her own.
He glanced furtively at the stately woman by the window, standing still as if turning to stone. But she neither looked nor moved nor spoke. Mr. Parmalee, true to his promise, presented himself at the earliest admissible hour next day with all the apparatus of his art.
Drew had a horror of scenes, and instead of reporting to Tyke or to the captain, he resolved to go quietly to his room, bind up the wound as well as he was able, and then get into his berth with the hope that a good night's rest would put him in good shape again. He wondered in a dazed way where Parmalee was. Why had not the other young man sought to help him?
He lighted another cigarette, eyed the letters with that whimsical lift of the brows so characteristic of Parmalee, and lazily blew smoke toward them. Then, regarding the smoke, he idly waved a hand through it. "Poor, silly little girls!" But there was a charming tolerance in his manner. One felt his generous recognition that they were not wholly without provocation.
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