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"Move just a little, Prince. Let the zed-ray light fall more fully." Anita's head was bare. That pale, Hamlet-like face. Dear God, the zed-ray light lay gray and penetrating upon it! Miko took another step. Peering. Grinning. "How amazing, George Prince! Why, I can hardly believe it!" Moa was armed with an electronic cylinder now.
I tried to gauge the distance; it was not over two miles from here. Or was it not a light at all? With the naked eye, I could not be sure. Perhaps there was a telescope finder here in the cubby.... I was subconsciously aware of the voices of Anita and the duty man behind me. Then abruptly I heard Anita's low cry. I whirled around.
Then the pumps gained on it, and it shifted again. I dashed up to the deck. Oh, the Moon was so close now! So horribly close! The deck shadows were still. Through the forward bow windows the Moon surface glared up at us. Those last horrible minutes were a blur. And there was always Anita's face. She left Miko. Faced with death, he sat clinging. Moa too, sat apart staring. And Anita crept to me.
But I was tense and alert, fearful still of what Anita's emotion might betray her into doing. "Not so loyal," Miko repeated. "And a fool!" "How did he get out of here? Prince, you came in here!" My heart was wildly thumping. But Anita retorted with a touch of spirit, "I came to tell him what you commanded.
Broussard smilingly picked up Anita's cavalry cap, which had fallen on the tanbark, brushed it and put it on Anita's pretty head; some words, unheard by others, passed between them. The mare then lay perfectly quiet. Broussard, amid the roar of cheers and shouts and furious handclapping and music, got the mare on her feet.
In the midst of the stillness came the sound of a voice; Broussard was trolling out a ballad in Spanish which he had learned in the far-off jungles of the Philippines. Mrs. Fortescue glanced at Anita. A brilliant smile and a warm blush illuminated the girl's face. The mother smiled; she knew the old, old story that Anita's violet eyes were telling.
Her father smiled, indulgently; Anita's frown changed presently into a look of whimsical, perplexed affection. "I am always forgetting, Inez mia," she said, softly, "that this is a new day the day of the Americano." She watched Benito shouting bids at the side of Adrian, vying with such men as Howard, Mellus, Clark and Leidesdorff in the quest for lots.
Suppose I had been there in our child's place." The Colonel put his arm over his face. "Don't, Betty I can't bear it," he cried. "But you must bear it; you must go to the ball in twenty minutes." The Colonel, with bewildered eyes, looked at her as if to ask what were balls, and where? Mrs. Fortescue said no more. Presently they heard Anita's light step on the stairs.
Colonel Fortescue and Anita were both silent and preoccupied at luncheon, and Mrs. Fortescue, who never lost her brave cheerfulness, tried to interest them in the dinner that was to be given that evening, and Anita's music, but without much success. "I declare, Jack," cried Mrs. Fortescue, "if I only knew the aviation days in advance I would never arrange a dinner on one of those days.
There is nothing spineless about Loretta!" When the young Irish girl appeared in response to Anita's summons, her eyes and mouth opened wide in amazement at sight of the detective. "Oh, sir, it's you!" she exclaimed. "I was going down to your office this afternoon, to tell you that I had been discharged. Mr. Mallowe himself turned me off this morning.
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