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That's why it's one of the show places. LeFleur asked me if we would be willing to keep up the custom of throwing the state rooms open to the public one day a month." "And shall we?" asked Ricky. "We'll see. Well, don't you want to see the inside as well as the out?" "Of course! Val, you lazy thing, get out!" "Certainly, m'lady." He swung open the door and climbed out stiffly.
There was no stain there, but his vivid imagination painted the gray as red as it had been that cold night when the slave woman had come to find her master lying there, his brother's sword across his body. Someone had used the story of the missing Ralestone. But who today knew that story except themselves, Charity, LeFleur, and some of the negroes?
As they reached the balcony she pulled off her hat and threw it in the general direction of a cane settee. Without that wreck of a hat, with the curls of her long bob flowing free, she looked years younger. "Make yourselves thoroughly at home. After all, this is your house, you know." "But we didn't," protested Ricky. "Mr. LeFleur didn't tell us a thing about you." "Perhaps he didn't know."
He said that he is the direct descendant of Roderick Ralestone and that he can produce proof of that fact." "And he wants his share of the estate?" asked Ricky shrewdly. "Yes." "He can keep on wanting," Val said shortly. "We've nothing to give." "There's Pirate's Haven," pointed out Mr. LeFleur. "But he can't " Ricky's hand closed about her brother's wrist.
"Yeah, I'm Ralestone, and I'm gonna have my rights," stated the rival briskly. "You are a descendant of Roderick Ralestone?" asked LeFleur. "Yuh know I am. I got proofs!" "The man is a liar," Creighton said calmly. As they stared at him, LeFleur nodded. Val saw an ugly grin begin to curve Red's thick lips. "Yeah? An how do yuh know that, wise guy?" he asked.
But Rupert will fix him won't you?" Her older brother grinned. "After that example of your trust in me, I'll have to. I agree, he is not the sort you would care to introduce to your more particular friends. But this visit seems to suggest something " "That he has the wind up?" Val asked. "There are indications of that, I think. Something LeFleur has done has stirred our friends into direct action.
A warm wind brought in its hold the heavy scent of flowering bushes and trees. His shirt clung to his shoulders damply. It was hot even in the shade of the oaks. Rupert had gone to town to see LeFleur and hear the worst, so that Pirate's Haven, save for themselves and Letty-Lou, was deserted. "Come on," Ricky's arm slid through his, "let's explore.
We shall probably have more of it within the immediate future. So I want you, Ricky, to go to town. Madame LeFleur has very kindly offered to put you up " Each tiny curl on Ricky's head seemed to bristle with indignation. "Oh, no you don't, Rupert Ralestone! You don't get me away from here when there are exciting things going on.
He just does what she tells him to. I wonder how he knew my name?" "LeFleur probably told them all about us." "Isn't it odd " she turned off the gas, "'Ralestone folks." "Loyalty to the Big House," her brother answered slowly. "I never thought that it really existed out of books." "It makes me feel positively feudal. Val, I was born about a hundred years too late.
"Naturally he can't take it," Val assured her hotly. "Pirate's Haven is ours. This looks to me like blackmail. He'll threaten to stir up a lot of trouble unless we buy him off." Mr. LeFleur nodded. "That is perhaps the motive behind it all." "Well," Val forced a laugh, "then he loses. We haven't the money to buy him off." "Neither have you the money to fight a case through the courts, Mr.
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