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Updated: September 15, 2025
"Are you pro-German, Kiametia?" she asked in astonishment. "Well, I lean that way," admitted the spinster. "You know I'm named for the sister of Pocahontas, and my drop of Indian blood gives me a good memory. It strikes me that this nation is overlooking the American Revolution, not to mention 1812, and I also recollect that England did not show us particular friendship during the Civil War."
In the light of her discovery Kathleen remembered many idiosyncrasies which the drug habit would explain; often that winter she had found Miss Kiametia dozing in her chair at the theater, at dinners, in motors, but had put it down to over-fatigue from too much social gayety.
"No, not just yet; good news will keep, and I think she is entitled to the happiness of being with the man she loves." "Do you never crave for that happiness, Kiametia?" and there was a wistful tenderness in his voice which made the spinster blink suspiciously. Suddenly she slipped her hand in his.
"I hold no brief for him; in fact, some of his business transactions were shady; but upon my word, he was exceedingly good-looking, and if I remember rightly, you encouraged him to come to your apartment." "I've done some remarkably stupid things occasionally," said Miss Kiametia composedly. "That was one of them."
"He appears to be an American, but he has certain mannerisms" Miss Kiametia paused and, not completing her sentence, turned her attention to other guests. After their departure she beckoned Foster to join her by the door. "Captain Miller piques my curiosity," she whispered. "You say you know nothing about his family I am going to find out about his character now." "How?" Foster looked mystified.
He did not wish to resume discussion about Spencer's will. "Tell me," Kathleen lowered her voice, "when will the Grand Jury meet?" "Not for ten days or more." "That is all, thanks," and Foster moved away. At the door he signaled to Miss Kiametia to step into the hall with him, and after a quick glance at Kathleen's averted face, the spinster followed him, softly closing the door behind her.
"It is not," with decision, and Miller, smiling whimsically, extended his hand toward them. "The right hand of fellowship," he remarked, placing his palm directly under the light. "My theory is correct." Miss Kiametia shot a triumphant look at Mrs. Whitney.
"What, are you the son of the coffee importer, Charles M. Trent," demanded Foster, again interrupting him. "Yes. As boys Karl and I were perpetually changing identities and confusing our playmates, as well as our parents. To that end I was a willing German scholar, and Karl also became proficient in his English studies." "Were you entirely educated in South America?" asked Miss Kiametia.
"Did Kathleen's unnatural mother deliberately have that syringe marked with her daughter's initials?" "Put it down to coincidence," sneered Heinrich. "Or say I had it marked 'K.W. for Kaiser Wilhelm." "I doubt it; malice alone governed your actions to all in my house." Kathleen faced the spy proudly. "Miss Kiametia, you do Mrs. Whitney one injustice.
There was an agonizing pause, then Captain Miller stepped toward her. "Suppose we go out to dinner," he suggested suavely. While keeping up an animated conversation with Judge Powers, Miss Kiametia Grey saw with inward perturbation that her vis-a-vis, Captain Miller, was spending much of his time between courses making bread pellets. What possessed Kathleen Whitney?
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