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Ian Stafford was beside her in an instant. "The Baas the Baas!" said Krool, insistently, painfully. "I have the horses come." There had been an explosion in the Glencader Mine, and twenty men had been imprisoned in the stark solitude of the underground world.
The shock of the explosion had been heard at Glencader, but nothing was thought of it, as there had been much blasting in the district for days. "There's twenty men below," said the grimy manager who had brought the news to Byng.
Jasmine asked, and the words came from her in gasps. Al'mah had no repentance for her deception. She saw an agitation which seemed to her deeper and more real than any emotion ever shown by Jasmine, not excepting the tragical night at the Glencader Mine and the morning of the first meeting at the Stay Awhile Hospital. The butterfly had become a thrush that sang with a heart in its throat.
Was Mr. Mappin there?" "There was no reason why he should be there." "What witnesses were called?" "Myself and the porter of Fellowes' apartments, his banker, his doctor " "And Al'mah?" she asked, obliquely. He did not reply at once, but regarded her inquiringly. "You needn't be afraid to speak about Al'mah," she continued. "I saw something queer at Glencader.
Opening the blotter, he took something up carefully and looked at it with a sardonic smile. "You did your work quite well," he said, reflectively. It was such a needle as he had seen at Glencader in Mr. Mappin's hand. He had picked it up in Adrian Fellowes' room. "I wonder who used you," he said in a hard voice. "I wonder who used you so well. Was it was it Jasmine?"
One kiss, a wrong? Why not, then, a thousand kisses! The wrong came in the moment that the one kiss was given. It is the one that kills, not the thousand after." There came to her mind again and now with what sardonic force Rudyard's words that day before they went to Glencader: "If you had lived a thousand years ago you would have had a thousand lovers."
She took a little phial from the drawer of the dressing-table. "Just the tiny overdose and 'good-bye, my lover, good-bye." Again that hard little laugh of bitterness broke from her. "Or that needle Mr. Mappin had at Glencader. A thrust of the point, and in an instant gone, and no one to know, no one to discover, no one to add blame to blame, to pile shame upon shame.
It was a triumph for Jasmine, for otherwise Stafford would not have gone. Whether she would have insisted on Jigger going to Glencader if it had not meant that Ian would go also, it would be hard to say. Her motives were not unmixed, though there had been a real impulse to do all she could.
If I could have hospitals like Glencader and hospital nurses like Mrs. Byng and Al'mah and yourself, I'd have few regrets at the end of the year. That was an exciting time at Glencader." Stafford nodded, but said nothing. Presently, after some reference to the disaster at the mine at Glencader and to Stafford's and Byng's bravery, Mr. Mappin said. "I was shocked to hear of Mr. Fellowes' death.
His generosity to the sick and poor of the Glencader Mine had been great, and he had given them a hospital and a club with adequate endowment. Also, he had been known to take part in the rough sports of the miners, and had afterwards sat and drunk beer with them as much as any, and carrying it better than any.
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