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Updated: June 16, 2025
That is all I do wish They moved on, Miss Jenrys increasing her speed perceptibly, and seeking, it seemed to me, to walk a little aloof from her companion, which caused me to wonder if she could be expecting or hoping to meet anyone. I was no longer able to hear their conversation, but they again paused and gazed long at the fine colonial building of the State of Massachusetts.
His eyes, sombre and proud, at once turned slowly toward me as I spoke. 'Masters, he said, 'I wish to heaven June Jenrys were as poor as poor as I am! To this I had no answer ready, and we walked on for a short time in silence. Then suddenly he stopped short. 'Masters, he asked, 'what was it that fell when I went into the smoke, like an idiot?
Nevertheless, she began to turn the pages and to scan here and there through her dainty gold-framed spectacles, while Miss Jenrys began to interrogate me concerning the mysteries of Midway Plaisance.
Precisely how Carr or Lossing I called him 'our guard' in those days, by preference precisely how he and June Jenrys met, I learned in detail, but not until the glorious White City had faded in truth to a dream city a lovely vivid memory; but I had imagined the scene, even before it took place, and I was glad to know that my 'imagination machine, to quote Dave, had not gone far wrong.
A short time before but I will let Miss Jenrys tell this much of her own story, quoting from the fourth page of her letter: 'I did not mean it so, really, Hilda dear, although it has seemed so to you.
Half-way over the threshold I turned back to say: 'By the way, Miss Jenrys, if I chance to appear here at the same time as Monsieur Voisin, please be kind to me. Late that same night Dave Brainerd and I held one of our long, and, in the past, ofttimes useless and mistaken, symposiums. But this time we were in perfect accord.
I waited until they were a few paces ahead, and then followed them slowly, chewing the cud of bitter reflection. Could it be that I was losing my skill in reading and judging faces I, upon whom the men of our force relied for a rapid, and usually correct, guess at a strange face? Was I mistaken in this little brunette, then? Or had I been mistaken in my judgment of Miss Jenrys? No, never!
This last report had been made to us on the morning of my visit to Miss Jenrys, Bill having appeared at our quarters at an early hour, and I had been studying the expediency of letting Miss Jenrys into the history of her brunette acquaintance, as far as I myself knew it, before visiting the two ladies, at last deciding that I would wait a little and be guided by circumstances, the episode of Gerald Trent's disappearance finally putting it altogether out of my mind.
As we rounded the corner my companion suddenly slipped her little hand beneath my elbow, giving it at the same time a significant little pressure. The brunette, having doubtless watched our progress through the window, was coming down the steps and straight toward us. For just a passing moment I knew how Miss Jenrys looked to the friends who knew her, and whom she knew best.
As the street-door was heard to close behind him, Miss Jenrys turned to me, caught my arm, and said quickly, beseechingly: 'Mr. Masters, won't you follow him home? I I have a strange feeling that he is not safe. It is not far, and it is early. Can you not come back please?
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