Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
The journalist, calmer than the rest, had watched the proceedings without surprise, as though forewarned by professional instinct that something of importance was about to take place. Now she rose quietly with an almost stealthy motion. "Put the candelabrum on this table here," said Mrs. Kildair, indicating a large round table on which a few books were grouped. "No, wait. Mr.
Five minutes later, as Harris, installed en maître over the chafing dish, was giving directions, spoon in the air, Mrs. Kildair came into the room like a lengthening shadow. Her entrance had been made with scarcely a perceptible sound, and yet each guest was aware of it at the same moment, with a little nervous start.
Kildair, having calmly assured herself that all were ranged as she wished, blew out two of the three candles. "I shall count one hundred, no more, no less," she said. "Either I get back that ring or every one in this room is to be searched, remember." Leaning over, she blew out the remaining candle and snuffed it. "One, two, three, four, five "
The Cheevers play a good game, a well united game, and have an unusual system of makes. By-the-way, it's Jackson who is very attentive to Mrs. Cheever, isn't it?" "Quite right." "What a charming party," said Flanders flippantly. "And where does Maude Lille come in?" "Don't joke. She is in a desperate way," said Mrs. Kildair, with a little sadness in her eyes. "And Harris?"
"Oh, he is to make the salad and cream the chicken." "Ah, I see the whole party. I, of course, am to add the element of respectability." "Of what?" She looked at him steadily until he turned away, dropping his glance. "Don't be an ass with me, my dear Flanders." "By George, if this were Europe I'd wager you were in the secret service, Mrs. Kildair." "Thank you."
Cheever proceeded methodically on his errand, the brilliant crossfire of lights dropped in the studio, only a few smoldering wicks winking on the walls, while the high room seemed to grow more distant as it came under the sole dominion of the three candles bracketed in silver at the head of the bare mahogany table. "Now listen!" said Mrs. Kildair, and her voice had in it a cold note.
Then transferring the keys to her left hand, seemingly unaware of Jackson, who still awaited her further commands, her eyes studied a moment the possibilities of the apartment. "Mr. Cheever?" she said in a low voice. "Yes, Mrs. Kildair." "Blow out all the candles except the candelabrum on the table." "Put out the lights, Mrs. Kildair?" "At once." Mr.
Cheever, in rising, met the glance of his wife, and the look of questioning and wonder that passed did not escape the hostess. "But, my dear Mrs. Kildair," said Mrs. Jackson with a little nervous catch of her breath, "what is it? I'm getting terribly worked up! My nerves " "Miss Lille?" said the voice of command. "Yes."
Only Maude Lille's calm voice could be heard saying: "Quite true. I was in the room when you took them off. The sapphire ring was on top." "Now listen!" said Mrs. Kildair, her eyes on Maude Lille's eyes. "I am not going to mince words. I am not going to stand on ceremony. I'm going to have that ring back. Listen to me carefully.
Cheever, did you ever peel onions?" "Good Heavens, no!" said Mrs. Cheever, recoiling. "Well, there are no onions to peel," said Mrs. Kildair, laughing. "All you'll have to do is to help set the table. On to the kitchen!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking