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She had a rosy face and iron-gray hair and her accent was distinctly Scotch. "I am Mrs. MacFayden, Doctor Craig's hoose-keeper," she said. "Doctor Craig is mair than sorry not to be here to greet ye baith. He tell't me to say ye should mak' yersels quite at hame, and should hae yer dinners wi'oot waitin' for him.
She had offered Doctor Craig's young guest the use of her own sitting-room, with that of the sewing-machine which stood there, and here presently Georgiana unrolled her breadths of silk and laid upon them the pattern she had selected. And now, indeed, she was glad of the long training in the dressmaker's trade, glad of the clever art she had cultivated for so many years.
Don't imagine I'm not appreciating the self-sacrifice." Grant looked sheepish. But he felt that his shame was unwarranted, that he really deserved Craig's tactless praise. So he observed virtuously: "That's where we men are beyond the women. Now, if it were one woman fixing up another, the chances are a thousand to one she'd play the cat, and get clothes and give suggestions that'd mean ruin."
Evidently she had had orders to admit us, for a second later we found ourselves again in the little reception room. We sat down, and I saw that Craig's attention had at once been fixed on something. I listened intently, too. On the other side of the heavy portieres that cut us off from the living room I could distinguish low voices. It was de Moche and Inez.
Later on she was told that a colonel had cut his throat in that very room. Another military station, Charles Fort, near Kinsale, has long had the reputation of being haunted. Further information on the subject of the haunting is to be found in Dr. Craig's Real Pictures of Clerical Life in Ireland. Charles Fort was erected in 1667 by the Duke of Ormonde.
Let me sit up with you to-night at headquarters until we get an alarm. By George, I'll see this case through to a finish! The fire marshal leaped to his feet and bounded over to where Kennedy was seated. With one hand on Craig's shoulder and the other grasping Craig's hand, he started to speak, but his voice choked. "Thanks," he blurted out huskily at last.
Craig's surprise was real enough as he opened the back door of the Professor's house on the following morning and found Lenora standing on the threshold. "I am very sorry, Miss Lenora," he apologised. "The front door bell must be out of order. I certainly didn't hear it ring. Mr. Ashleigh is in his study, if you wish to see him." Lenora smiled pleasantly.
She was very excited and hastily related what had happened at the parlor of the medium. "What was her name?" I asked anxiously. "Madame Savetsky," she replied, to my surprise. Astounded, I picked up Craig's note from the desk and handed it to her without a word. She read it with breathless eagerness. "Come back there with me, please," she begged, almost frantic with fear now.
I remember her face very well indeed and that gorgeous figure of hers." Grant was furious, thought Craig's words the limit of impertinent free-spokenness. "Well, what of it?" said he savagely. "I like her," replied Josh condescendingly. "But she's been badly brought up, and is full of foolish ideas, like all your women here. But she's a thoroughbred."
First of all, where is the Professor?" "Must have scooted right away home," French suggested. "He was looking pretty sick all the time. Guess it must have been a powerful shock for him, and he isn't so young as he used to be." "Give me that paper of Craig's again," Quest asked, stretching out his hand.
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