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It was Augustus Burlingame, whose face as he saw Mona Crozier took on an ironical smile. "Yes what do you want?" inquired Crozier quietly. "A few words with Mr. Crozier on business, if he is not too much occupied?" "What business?" "I am acting for Messrs. Bradley, Willingden, Baxter, & Simmons." The cloud darkened on Crozier's face. His lips tightened, his face hardened.
His voice had changed in tone, his look become most grave, there was something very like reverence in his face, and deprecating submission in his eyes. His fingers fussed with the rug that covered his knees. "God help the man that's afraid of his own wife!" remarked the Young Doctor to himself, not erroneously reading the expression of Crozier's face and the tone of his voice.
Sibley's face had always something of that immobility and gravity which Crozier's face had part of the time-paler, less intelligent, with dark lines and secret shadows absent from Crozier's face; but still with some of the El Greco characteristics which marked so powerfully that of the man who passed as J. G. Kerry. "Ah, Sibley," he said, "glad to see you! Anything I can do for you?"
"Well, what are we going to do, and who will see us if we do it?" Crozier asked briskly. "Studd Bradley and his secret-service corps have got their eyes on this street and on you," returned Sibley dryly. Crozier's face sobered and his eyes became less emotional. "I don't see them anywhere," he answered, but looking nowhere. "They're in Gus Burlingame's office.
Instead, it roused her vanity and made her choose to sit down, so disguising perceptibly the disparity of height which gave Kitty an advantage over her and made the Young Doctor like some menacing Polynesian god. Both these people had an influence and authority in Mona Crozier's life which now outweighed the advantage wealth gave her.
Mona did not see the look which came into Crozier's face as, with one hand shading his eyes and the other grasping the banknotes which were to start him in life again, independent and self-respecting, he watched the girl riding on and on, ever ahead of the man. It was at that moment the Young Doctor entered the room, and he distracted Mona's attention for a moment.
"Please make yourself at home no need to rap," answered Mrs. Tynan. "Out in the West here we live in the open like. There's no room closed to you, if you can put up with what there is, though it's not what you're used to." "For five months in the year during the past five years I've lived in a house about half as large as this," was Mrs. Crozier's reply.
It was evident that Kitty expected her to do so. It was also quite certain that Kitty meant to settle things now, in so far as it could be done. "He knows as much as you do?" asked Mrs. Crozier. "No, the Young Doctor hasn't read the letter and I haven't told him what's in it; but he knows that I read it, and what he doesn't know he guesses. He is Mr. Crozier's honest, clever friend.
I must have this! I must take this book from you!" interrupted Queed, rather excitedly dragging a fat blue volume from a lower shelf. "Crozier's Civilization and Progress. What a find! I need it badly. I'll just take it with me now, shall I not? Eh?" "I shall be only too happy to have you take it," said Nicolovius, blandly, "and as many others as you care for."
"This way," she added to the little person in the pale blue, which suited well her very dark hair, blue eyes, and rose-touched cheeks. A moment later they stood inside Shiel Crozier's room. The first glance his wife gave took in the walls, the table, the bureau, and the desk which contained her own unopened letter. She was looking for a photograph of herself.
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