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But she looked for Jonson Ramer coolly self-possessed and discriminating as she sat very still in the shadow. "That's a fine voice!" murmured Ramer presently. Alston Lake was singing. "Yes. I've heard him in London. But he seems to have come on wonderfully." "It's an operatic voice." When Alston Lake went off the stage Ramer remarked: "That's a fellow to watch."
We'll have that all over the States to-morrow morning. Where's Cane?" "I'll fetch him, sir!" said a thin boy standing by. "Are you going to let them in?" "Am I going to! Finnigan, go and take the lady and Mr. Ramer to any box they like. Ah, Cane! Here's something for you to let yourself out over!" Mr. Cane read Ramer's card and looked radiant. "Well, I'm !" "I should think you are!
She talked for a little while, sufficiently mistress of herself to charm Jonson Ramer. Then she got up. "I must run away. I have so many people to see and encourage." Her gay voice indicated that she needed no encouragement, that she was quite sure of success. "We shall see you at the end?" said Mrs. Shiffney. "But will you stay? It may be six o'clock in the morning," said Charmian.
"That is a little late. But " At this moment Charmian saw Claude coming into the stalls by the left entrance near the stage. "Oh, there's Claude!" she exclaimed, interrupting Mrs. Shiffney, and evidently not knowing that she did so. "Au revoir! Thank you so much!" She was gone. "Thank me so much!" said Mrs. Shiffney to Jonson Ramer. "What for? Do you know, Jonson?"
Fred Ramer broke under his loss of her, and became the devil's own tool of hate and revenge, and what generally gets tied up with these sooner or later, a passion for money and irregular means of getting it. Money is as great an asset for hate as for love, and Fred sold his soul for it long ago.
Shiffney and Ramer had vanished from the stalls, but Alston said they were still in the theater. They were having supper, too, in one of the lobbies. Crayford had just gone to see them. "And is he satisfied?" "Oh, yes. He says it's coming out all right." "But it can't be ready by the date he's fixed for the first night!" "Yes, it can. It's got to be." "Well, I don't see how it can be."
Melton, happened to be in the corridor with Mr. Ramer and they saw your husband pass. Mr. Ramer spoke to him and he said he was going behind the scenes. So I thought I would come for a minute." She stepped gently in and closed the door quietly. "Where were you sitting?" she whispered. "Here, at the back. Sit by me oh, wait! Let me move Alston's flowers." She took them up.
Half turning her face toward us, she continued in a clear, soft voice: "That man they call Ramero down in Santy Fee I knowed him when he was just Fred Ramer back in the rice-fields country. His father, old man Ramer, tried to kill me once, 'cause he said I knowed too much. I helped him into kingdom come right then and saved a lot of misery.
Ramer wants to congratulate you." She introduced the two men to one another. "Yes, indeed!" said Ramer. "It's a most interesting work most interesting." He laid a heavy emphasis on the repeated words, and glanced sideways at Mrs. Shiffney, whose lips were fixed in a smile. "And how admirably put on!" He ran on for several minutes with great self-possession.
He learned it through Felix Narveo, and Felix got it from the Mexicans themselves, that Fred Ramer had plotted with them to put his father out of the way I said he was desperately in need of money and to lay the crime on Theron St. Vrain, by whose disgrace the life of Mary Marchland would be blighted, and Fred would have his revenge and his father's money.
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