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Updated: June 13, 2025
When she had wept for joy, she opened the envelope and shaking out the three loose stones dropped them into Johnny's hand. "What's that?" he asked. "A little reward. A present." Taking the smallest of the three between finger and thumb he gave her back the others. "One is enough," he told her. "I'll give it to Mazie." "Ah, yes, to Mazie, your so beautiful, so wonderful friend," she murmured.
The craft rolled over, once, twice, three times and then hung there, with the floor for its ceiling. Overcome with fright and misery, Mazie did not stir for a full minute, then she dragged herself from the gruesome spot where she lay. She gave one quick glance at the door. It appeared to have been wedged solidly shut. Then she turned to Cio-Cio-San, who also had arisen. "What can have happened?"
She set the vase on a little stand near Keith's chair, then dropped herself on to the huge haircloth sofa near by. "My, but I don't mind settin' myself awhile," she smiled. "Guess I'm tired." "I should think you would be." Mazie, grown suddenly a bit stiff and stilted, was obviously trying to be very polite and "grown up." "There must be an awful lot to do here.
"Keith, it's Mazie Mazie and Dorothy," caroled the high-pitched voice again. But Keith, with a tug so imperative that Susan had no choice but to obey, turned his head quite away as he groped for the door to go in. In the hall he drew a choking breath. "Susan, I don't want to go out there to walk any more NOT ANY MORE! I don't want to go anywhere where anybody'll see me." "Shucks!"
Say, if Mazie Kenwood or Laura Carson could only see you now, they'd give you the cut straight." "Look at Jack's bump, would you?" Tom Betts exclaimed. "Don't call attention to me any more than you can help," Jack remarked, making a wry face, as he caressed the protuberance on his forehead; "it feels as big as a walnut, let me tell you, and hurts like fun.
He had not told why he thought that the Secret Service men had committed a blunder in offering a reward for the Russian's capture. As Johnny thought of it he wondered if he were a fool for sticking to this affair into which he had been so blindly led. He had not shown himself to his old boss or to Mazie. To them he was dead.
Until he had determined the truth in this matter, he was loath to part with them. But in keeping them he was taking a risk. He might be attacked and killed by that ruthless gang at any time. For a long time he sat, staring down at the river. He was not in a happy mood. He was tired of all this trouble, fighting and mystery. On crowded State street that afternoon, he had seen Mazie.
"Mazie, I have, too," protested Dorothy sharply. "Well, anyway, it was she who insisted on coming around this way to- day," teased Mazie wickedly; "and when I " "I'm going home, whether you are or not," cut in Miss Dorothy, with dignity. And with a low chuckle Mazie tossed a good-bye to Keith and followed her lead. Keith, his chin aggressively high, strode in the opposite direction.
As Mazie stepped out into the street she was approached by a man, and with a little start, she noticed that it was the one who had entered the police station a few minutes before. Halting, she waited for him to speak. "You were looking for Johnny Thompson?" He said the words almost in a whisper. "Yes." "Well, he is alive. He is not dead. He was arrested, but has been discharged.
Through the periscope, Mazie caught a glimpse of two bodies falling on the bridge. Then she closed her eyes. Her senses reeled. This lasted but a moment. Then her eyes were on the little Jap girl. She had dropped to the floor, as if crushed; but there was a dark gleam of unutterable hate in her eyes.
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