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Updated: June 4, 2025
She stared hard at the window in the far end of the room, her eyes narrowed, her chin thrust slightly forward. Then suddenly she clutched the girl's arm, her eyes now widespread with alarm. "Look!" she whispered shrilly, pointing. The flush faded from Alix's face; the reckless, defiant light left her eyes, and in its place came fear. Plainly outlined in the window was the face of a masked man.
Alix met them in Mill Valley with vivid accounts of the day; she had been pondering the brief talk with Anne, and was anxious to have Peter's view of it. Peter was of the opinion that Anne's conduct indicated very clearly that she and Justin realized that their case was lost. "Then you're fixed for life, Cherry," was Alix's first remark. "Oh, say!" she added, in a burst.
Strange to say, they suddenly stopped coming back when the sheriff snook up there one night with a couple of deputies and arrested a gang of male and female mortals and confiscated a couple of kegs of beer at the same time. Shortly after old David Windom confessed that he killed Alix's father and buried him on the rock, people begin to talk about seeing things again.
There was a shadow in the doorway; she looked up surprised. For a minute the tall figure in striped linen and the smiling face under the flowery hat seemed those of a stranger. Then Cherry cried out, and laughed, and in another instant was crying in Alix's arms. Alix cried, too, but it was with a great rush of pity and tenderness for Cherry.
Peter conceded as he punched two small holes in the top of a tin of olive oil. The oil welled up through the holes and he wiped his fingers on a corner of Alix's apron. "It's just the difference," Alix said, "between being nice looking, which half the women in the word are, and being a beauty.
Strong could offer a word of protest, she flashed past her and was running up the stairs. A look of chagrin leaped into Courtney's eyes. He had counted on another minute or two alone with her. Under his breath he muttered an oath. Alix's bedroom door opened and closed. Mrs. Strong was still looking in astonishment up the staircase. "I she's pretty badly upset, Mr. Thane," she said at last.
To all inquirers both he and his daughter were to return the flat but evasive answer: "It is something I cannot discuss at present," leaving the world to arrive at the obvious conclusion that Alix's husband had abandoned her. And presently people, from sheer delicacy, would cease to inquire.
Peter was wandering off in the woods nearby, but came at Alix's shrill yell of summons, and looked relieved when he saw Cherry and Martin not even talking to each other. They had been gone only ten minutes.
She sat immovable, her eyes fixed, her body held rigid, as a body might be in the second before it fell after a bullet had cleanly pierced the heart. Then she put her hand to her throat, and looked with a sort of terror at the silent figure of Cherry. Nobody must know that was Alix's first clear thought.
After an illy-suppressed snort or two, he coughed violently, and then stammered: "Excuse me. I was just thinking about er about something funny. I'm always doing some fool thing like that. This was about Ed Jones's dog, wouldn't be the least bit funny to anybody but me, so I won't tell you about it. Two-thirty it is, then? I'll meet you up at Alix's. It's only a step." "Will you tell Mr.
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