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Updated: June 3, 2025
Years of anxiety and worry over her daughter's disappearance had broken her health. Strength was coming back slowly and it was hoped that a summer in the southwest would complete her recovery. With the judge on one side and Enid on the other, the frail invalid walked the few feet to the table. Her face was aglow with happiness.
"I always thought it was a lower berth if you were lucky and an upper one if you were out of luck. Why this is just like a lovely little playhouse. Who will sleep here?" "This is for mother," said Enid. "She gets the best room." "Of course she does," assented Bet. "But where do we get put away for the night?" "In here!"
"My dear, I must tell you before you go on that Cynthia does not believe her father guilty." "Not guilty? Oh, Hubert! But you think so, do you not?" He struggled with himself for a minute. "No, Enid," he said at last. Her face grew troubled and perplexed. "But the jury said that he was guilty! You think that they were wrong? Perhaps some new evidence has been found!
"How delightful," cried Enid. "I should like to meet some of these great artists. Will you ever be able to introduce me to her, do you think, Hubert?" "I think not," said Hubert, knitting his brows. He did not find himself able to turn the subject quite as easily as he could have wished. "Oh, isn't she nice?" hazarded Enid doubtfully.
She bowed as if to some imaginary personage and moved with dignity towards the door. Reginald Henson stood aside and opened it for her. She passed into the dim hall as if absolutely unconscious of his presence. Enid flashed a look of defiance at him as she disappeared into the gloom and floating dust. Henson's face changed instantly, as if a mask had fallen from his smug features.
Enid stood behind him, adjusting her hat in the mirror. "How terribly smoky you are, Claude. I hope you don't smoke before breakfast?" "No. I was in the smoking car awhile. I suppose my clothes got full of it." "You are covered with dust and cinders, too!" She took the clothes broom from the rack and began to brush him. Claude caught her hand. "Don't, please!" he said sharply.
In less than no time, though, his warmth all changed to indignation; and as Green backed away, retreating in poor order and some embarrassment, he gathered from certain remarks thrown after him, that the outraged brother from Enid was threatening him with arrest and prosecution as a rank impostor for wearing, without authority, the sacred insignia of an Imperial Past Potentate of the Supreme Order of Knightly Somethings or Other he didn't catch the last words, being then in full flight.
He opened the door, went out, and closed it behind him, leaving Sabina Meldreth alone with the dead. He found two or three women down-stairs already; Enid Vane must have told Polly, as she passed through the shop, that Mrs. Meldreth's end had come. As soon as he had gone, two of them went up-stairs to perform the necessary offices in the chamber of death.
She stood looking first at the coin in her hand and then at the donor, with a strange questioning expression on her little brown face. Miss Vane and Hubert also waited in silence, until Enid was out of hearing. Then, as if by the same instinct, each drew a long breath and looked doubtfully at the other and then at the child. "You will miss your train," said Miss Leonora.
Till I have done this I cannot tell you what form the tests I shall have to apply to you will take. When I have done it you will hear from me. Your servant, sir." He bowed majestically, and was turning towards the door when it was hastily opened and a lady appeared frantically in the aperture. "Miss Minerva!" exclaimed Malkiel the Second. "Lady Enid!" cried the Prophet, at the same moment.
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