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Harland fumed and fretted, pacing up and down in the saloon with an angry face and brooding eyes. He looked at me where I stood waiting, ready dressed for the excursion of the day, and said: "I'm sorry for all this worry. Catherine gets worse and worse. Her nerves tear her to pieces." "She allows them to do so," I answered "And Dr. Brayle allows her to give them their way."
We were, however, delayed by an 'attack of nerves' on the part of Catherine, who during the morning was seized with a violent fit of hysteria to which she completely gave way, sobbing, laughing and gasping for breath in a manner which showed her to be quite unhinged and swept from self- control. Dr. Brayle took her at once in charge, while Mr.
He paused, seeming to be troubled by the passing cloud of some painful thought then he went on "There is one thing I should perhaps explain, especially to you, Brayle, to save useless argument.
Brayle, and they two now live a sufficiently wretched life together, she, a moping, querulous invalid, and he as a 'society' physician, possessed of great wealth and the position wealth brings. We never meet, our ways are now for ever sundered.
"And to what did your severe ordeal lead?" asked Dr. Brayle, who by this time appeared interested, though still wearing his incredulous, half-sneering air "To anything which you could not have gained just as easily without it?" Santoris looked straight at him. His keen eyes glowed as though some bright fire of the soul had leaped into them. "In the first place," he answered "it led me to power!
"A beautiful piece of workmanship," he said, at last, slowly, while Mr. Harland, Catherine, and Swinton the secretary all drew up closer to him at the table and leaned eagerly forward "And I should say" here he raised his eyes and looked full at the dark, brooding, sinister face of Brayle "I should say that it belonged to the Medici period.
"You can ask that?" he repeated "You, a millionaire, with one daughter who is your sole heiress, can ask what motive a man like Brayle, worldly, calculating and without heart has in keeping you both both, I say you and your daughter equally in his medical clutches?" Mr. Harland's sharp eyes flashed with a sudden menace. "If I thought " he began then he broke off.
"Till the other night," I answered, hesitatingly. She searched my face with questioning eyes. "I thought you were going to say that you, like myself, had some idea or recollection of having met him before," she said. "However, I shall not ask you to sacrifice your pleasure for me, in fact, I have made up my mind to go to this dinner, though Dr. Brayle doesn't wish it." "Oh! Dr.
Brayle approached me softly from behind. "I am sorry to disturb your reverie!" he said "But Miss Harland has gone into the deck saloon and we are all waiting to hear you sing." I looked up at him. "I don't feel as if I could sing to-night," I replied, rather tremulously "This lonely landscape depresses me " He saw that my eyes were wet, and smiled.
Then" here I hesitated "she said the other day that she was tired of this yachting trip in fact, I think it is simply a case of nerves." "She must have very odd nerves if they persuade her to believe that she and Brayle committed a murder together ages ago" said Mr. Harland, irritably; "I never heard of such nonsense in all my life!" I was silent.
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