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"Yes; that's the chap," said Narkom in reply. "And a rare bad lot he has been all his life, I can tell you. I dare say that Fifi herself was no better than she ought to have been, chucking over her country-bred husband as soon as she came into popularity, and having men of the Stavornell class tagging after her; but whether she was or was not, Stavornell broke up that home.
Queed found himself inside the room before he knew what he was doing. As for Mrs. Paynter, she somewhat treacherously slipped away to consult with Laura as to what for supper. It was a mild sunny afternoon, with a light April wind idly kicking at the curtains. Fifi sat over by the open window in a tilted-back Morris chair, a sweet-faced little thing, all eyes and pallor.
"Why," said Fifi, "I don't think he feels that way at all " "Don't you see that's just what makes him so infinitely pathetic? He's the saddest little man in the world, and it has never dawned on him." It was not till some hours later, when she was making ready for bed in her own room, that it occurred to Sharlee that there was something odd in this advice to her little cousin.
I I don't understand about altruism like you do, but I should think it was my interests to stay here " There followed a brief silence, which made Fifi more miserable than any open rebuke, and then Mr. Queed said in a dry tone: "I am engaged upon a work of great importance to the public, I may say to posterity.
And she had done his bidding, night after night. For his part he had stuck manfully by his moment of reckless generosity, no matter how much he may have regretted it. He helped Fifi, upon her request, without spoken protest or censure.
His eyes rested upon her piled-up mass of crinkly brown hair; upon the dark curtain of lashes lying on her cheek; upon the firm line of the cheek, which swept so smoothly into the white neck; upon the rounded bosom, now rising and falling so fast; upon the whole pretty little person which could so stir him now to undreamed depths of his being.... No altruism here, Fifi; no self-denial to want to make her happy.
By the way, if as you hint, one of those men did it, would they leave the medicine dropper that conveyed the poison, in Mrs, Embury's rooms. Would they want to bring suspicion against the woman they love? Answer me that?" "There might be another solution," Fifi nodded her wise little head thoughtfully. "Perhaps whoever did it, tried to throw suspicion on Miss Ames."
Fifi regarded him with a kind of wistful sadness, but he missed the glance, being engaged in consulting his great watch; after which he sprang noisily to his feet, horrified at himself. "Good heavens it's ten minutes past five! I must go immediately. Why, I'm twenty-five minutes behind My Schedule!" Fifi smiled through her wistfulness. "Don't ask me to be sorry, Mr.
It's of no consequence whatever." "But I don't think you can have noticed how bad it is. Please let me, Mr. Queed. Just a little dab of arnica or witch-hazel " "My forehead does very well as it is, I assure you." Fifi turned reluctantly. "Indeed something on it would make it get well so much faster. I wish you would " Ah! There was a thought.
He could not understand it at all. "I fear that you have failed to follow me, after all," he called after her, presently. "This was the point as to what form the gift should take upon which I wanted a woman's advice." "I understand." She came back to him slowly, with bright eyes. "I know it would please Fifi very much to have a gift from you.
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