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Steell, his face white, and fists clenched, turned to his companion: "Good Heavens, Dick, did you hear that? They've kidnapped Mrs. Traynor's little girl no doubt, with the idea of demanding ransom. Thank God, we're in time to frustrate that crime " "Hush!" exclaimed his companion. "Listen!" Keralio proceeded: "Now you understand what you are to do. You bring the child here to-morrow morning.
How otherwise explain his acquaintance with Keralio, an utter stranger of dubious antecedents. How explain the loss of the diamonds? The explanation Kenneth had given was decidedly fishy. Parker did not believe a word of it in fact, frankly expressed, his opinion was that his vice-president had disposed of the gems.
It was only after he'd been here some time that I learned he was formerly with Signor Keralio. That was enough to set me against him. Like master, like valet, as the saying goes, and it's usually a true saying. On several occasions lately I have noticed things that seemed suspicious. The fellow is more intimate now with Kenneth than I, his wife, have ever been.
Helen Traynor, so far, had foiled him in everything, and the more she resisted and insulted him, the more determined he was to drag her at his feet. Handsome, poor devil, fondly imagined he would inherit the wife as well as the fortune. How could he guess that he, Keralio, would send a bogus telegram just in time to dash the cup from his lips. Impatiently he strode up and down the rooms.
She was too tactful, too much the woman of the world not to greet with at least apparent cordiality any visitor under her roof, no matter how unwelcome he might really be. Turning quickly, she advanced and held out her hand. "How do you do, Signor Keralio? How you startled us! I did not hear you come in."
But Steell had not waited to hear about Keralio. There were others more important to think about. Rushing into the inner room, he found Helen prostrate, half fainting from fright. "Thank God, I'm in time!" he exclaimed. "Dorothy," she murmured weakly. "Save Dorothy! She's somewhere here." Going into another room, the lawyer found the little girl fast asleep on a bed.
"I don't know if she suspects something's wrong or not, but ever since that evening she was called to Philadelphia she avoids me like the pest. I can see in her face that she's puzzled. 'It's my husband, and yet not my husband' that's what she's thinking all the time. I can guess her thoughts by the expression on her face." Keralio shrugged his shoulders. "That's your own fault.
"That's what we in the American vernacular call 'a knock-out." Helen laughed lightly. There was a swish of silken petticoats, and she disappeared in an alcove, where she sat down at a desk. Keralio looked after her with undisguised admiration and puffed his cigar in silence for a few moments. Then he said: "It's a big job which you and Traynor are doing out there in South Africa.
One day there came to the school the Chevalier de Keralio, inspector of military schools a sort of committee man as you would say in America. It was the duty of the inspector to look into the record, and arrange for the promotions, of "the king's wards," as the boys and girls were called who were educated at the expense of the state.
In 1783 the Chevalier Keralio, sub-inspector of the military schools, selected him to pass the year following to the military school at Paris, to which three of the best scholars were annually sent from each of the twelve provincial military schools of France. It is curious as well as satisfactory to know the opinion at this time entertained of him by those who were the best qualified to judge.
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