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Then he eyed his co-laborer meditatively. "Not a bad idea, Bill. There's a chance she may be on the level, and there'd be hell to pay at headquarters if we got in bad with any of these swells. No harm tryin'." He pressed a big thumb against the bell Matilda had indicated. They all sat down, the two officers' oilskins guttering water all over Mrs. De Peyster's Kirmanshah rug and parquet floor.
You may call her course illogical, hysterical, what you like; I do not seek to defend it; I am only trying to give you the facts. She was so completely unnerved But a mere look at Mrs. De Peyster will show you how the shock unnerved her." The group gazed at Mrs. De Peyster's face. A murmur of sympathy and understanding ran among them. "In her hysterical condition," continued Mr.
De Peyster's sitting-room. For the last few moments Mrs. De Peyster's danger had been forgotten in her indignation. But at sight of Matilda, regained its own. Matilda stopped short. The tea-things almost rattled from the tray. Jack wheeled about. "Hello, Matilda. Thought you'd gone down to the kitchen." "Why why if it isn't Mr. Jack!" stammered Matilda. Mrs. De Peyster trembled.
Suppose, just suppose, that some one should recognize her from the sidewalk! The thought sent a series of pricking shivers up and down her usually tranquil spine. Just as that fear thrummed through her, she saw, a few doors ahead, a man come out of a residence hotel. He sighted the De Peyster carriage, and paused. Mrs. De Peyster's heart stood still, for the man was Judge Harvey.
De Peyster's sitting-room, retouching her desk." "He's certainly after something, and after it hot and probably something big," mused Mr. Pyecroft. "Any idea what it can be, Matilda?" Matilda had none. "Any idea, Angelica?" Mrs. De Peyster was beginning to have an idea, and a terrified idea; but she likewise said she had none. Mrs. De Peyster wished Mr.
"By the way, Matilda," she heard Mary remark, "did you read in to-night's papers about Mrs. De Peyster's voyage? You know she landed to-day." "No, ma' Mary," said Matilda. "The paper said she was so ill all the way across that she wasn't able to leave her stateroom once." Mary's voice was very sympathetic.
De Peyster for several moments; considered; measured the distance to the door of escape; evaluated the silencing quality of the deep library rug; then slipped through the door, closed it, and with tread as soft as a bird's wing against the air started across the room. At Mrs. De Peyster's back curiosity checked him and he turned his whimsical face down upon the motionless figure. The great Mrs.
Her explanation made, Matilda proceeded, with extremest caution, to carry the provisions up and stack them in one corner of Mrs. De Peyster's large, white-tiled bathroom.
Matilda asked, at Mrs. De Peyster's prompting. "It's Archibald," answered a bland voice. "Ma'am, shall I let him in?" breathed Matilda. "We don't dare keep him out," breathed Mrs. De Peyster. Matilda admitted him. Even in the semi-darkness of the room, due to the green shutters being closed, Mrs. De Peyster could see that he was admirably transformed from the raven Mr.
If there was anything vulgar, or commonplace, about Jack's wife, the shaded bulb was too kindly disposed to betray it to Mrs. De Peyster's scrutiny. Suddenly Mary laughed softly, musically. "If Jack's mother ever dreamed what Jack and I are doing here! Oh oh!
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