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"Aida's cracked," I said shortly, "and as far as I'm concerned, Mr. von Inwald can walk in to his meals without music, or starve to death waiting for the band." But she got the phonograph, anyhow, and put the elevator boy in the gallery with it.
I was a good bit more cheerful when I'd choked down the sandwich, especially when he assured me the water was all right "a little high, as you might say, but not poisonous. Lord, I wish you could have seen them staggering into my office!" "I saw enough," I said with a shiver. "That German, von Inwald," he went on, "he's the limit. He accused us of poisoning him for reasons of state!"
"In infancy, the milk bottle; in our prime, the wine bottle; in our dotage, the pill bottle." Mr. von Inwald came over and stood beside Miss Summers, and I could hear every whisper. "I have good news for you," she said in an undertone. "Oh! And what?" "Sh! You may recall," she said, "the series of notes, letters, epistles, with which you have been honoring me lately?" "How could I forget?
Hutchins bring him his fur-lined coat and he and Miss Julia took Arabella, the dog, for a walk on the veranda! The rest of the evening was quiet, and I needed it. Miss Patty and Mr. von Inwald talked by the fire and I think he told her something not all of the scene in the spring-house. For she passed Mr.
Pierce said sternly. They stood glaring at each other angrily. "And if I refuse?" "You know the rules here. If you refuse, there is a hotel at Finleyville." Mr. von Inwald glanced past Mr. Pierce to where Doctor Barnes stood behind him, with his cauliflower ear and his pugilist's shoulders. Then he looked at the bottle in his hand, and from it to Miss Patty, standing haughtily by.
He and Mr. von Inwald limped across the tennis-court and collapsed on the steps of the spring-house while the others went on to the sanatorium. I had been brushing the porch, and I leaned on my broom and looked at them. "You're both looking a lot better," I said. "Not so well, not so beer-y. How do you like it by this time?" "Fine!" answered Mr. Thoburn. "Wouldn't stay if I didn't like it."
Pierce was white and sneering. "Also," he went on, "when they marry they wish to control their own money, and not see it spent in ways with which you are doubtless familiar." We were all paralyzed. Nobody moved. Mr. Pierce put his pipe in his pocket and stalked out, slamming the door. Then Mr. von Inwald shrugged his shoulders and laughed.
Carter and try to have him moved, and she rustled over to where I was brushing the hearth and stooped down. "Mr. von Inwald is incognito, of course," she said, "but he belongs to a very old family in his own country a noble family. He ought to have the best there is in the house." I promised that, too, and she went away, but I made up my mind to talk to Mr. Pierce.
In a few minutes I heard voices in the other room, one Mr. Pierce's, and one with a strong German accent. "When was that?" Mr. von Inwald's voice. "A year ago, in Vienna." "Where?" "At the Bal Tabarin. You were in a loge. The man I was with told me who the woman was. It was she, I think, who suggested that you lean over the rail " "Ah, so!" said Mr. von Inwald as if he just remembered.
"What was that noise?" said Mr. Thoburn, almost upon us. "Something's moving inside that fence corner." "It's them deers," Mike's voice this time. We could make out the three figures. "Darned nuisance, them deers is. They'd have been shot long ago if the spring-house girl hadn't objected. She thinks she's the whole cheese around here." "Set it down again," Mr. von Inwald panted.
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