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Updated: June 19, 2025
I hoped you would clear this matter up and, if you need help, would let me give you whatever advice and aid I could. Think the matter over more carefully and if you should see it in a different light come to me at any time and let me see what I can do for you." "I thank you, Dr. Annister.
Annister sank wearily into his chair and his hands sought their accustomed position. Then they too fell back against his chest. "Mildred!" his white lips whispered, then stiffened and were still. Felix Brand opened his eyes, then let the lids quickly flutter down again.
"I've kept all the talent I ever had in that line, and it has developed and increased wonderfully I don't mean to boast, Dr. Annister, but I know what I'm talking about since this has been going on. If you saw the pictures that were published and the things all the critics said of me a few weeks ago you would know that is true.
She told him the whole story, admitting that she did not herself believe the architect had taken the southern trip, giving her reasons for that suspicion, describing the three visits of Hugh Gordon and recounting the assurances he had made her of Brand's safety and early return. "I haven't come to you before, Dr. Annister," she said, "because I didn't like to worry you about it.
Her intensity and eagerness roused the hope that perhaps here they might find something with which to embellish a story in which, so far, they had uncovered little to add to that of yesterday. But first they must know who this lovely girl was. "You are a relative of Mr. Brand?" one of them hazarded. "I am Mildred Annister, Dr. Philip Annister's daughter, and I am Felix Brand's promised wife."
Felix Brand looked up with sudden interest, but before he could speak a man's voice called out from the other end of the table, "The doctor doesn't consider faith in one's dreams evidence of a pathological state, does he, Mrs. Annister?" It was Robert Moreton, a young author, whose name was of frequent occurrence in magazine tables of contents. "If he does," Mrs.
If you don't care enough for Felix to have it done I'll telephone for the police at once and he shall not leave this house until they come!" Her words poured forth in an angry torrent, and then, with a sobbing cry, she swept from the room. Dr. Annister leaped to his feet as if to follow her, then turned with a hand outstretched to his wife. "You'd better go to her," he said anxiously.
He started and glanced fearfully about the room. "I will not! I will not! I will not!" His tongue formed the words of refusal behind closed lips, pressed together in a hard line. Dr. Annister drew a quick, deep breath.
He spoke slowly and his companion, looking up, wondered at the extremely serious expression that had come into his face. As they entered the Annister home, Mildred and her mother were descending the stairs, dressed for the street. Henrietta looked up from the doorway and saw Mildred's countenance transfigured with sudden joy. The girl sprang down the steps with a cry of "Oh, Felix, Felix!"
Between Mildred Annister and Henrietta there existed a friendship which made up in outward warmth what it lacked in depth. For Mildred, with her woman's heart but lately awakened and filled to the brim with absorbed and adoring first love, could not help some secret resentment that any other woman should be anything to her beloved or give him any service.
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