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Updated: June 26, 2025
"This is youah crest," he pointed to the seal. "Ah took it in town an' a man at the museum tol' me about it. An' this heah is Ralestone, too," he indicated a small miniature painted on a slip of yellowed ivory. Val was looking at the face of the Ralestone rebel, as near like the water-color copy Charity had made of the museum portrait as one pea is to its pod-mate.
"Didn't you guess when you heard the story of the missing Ralestone? The family went into town to tell you all about it; that's why we were alone when the invaders arrived." "Mr. Ralestone my missing author! No, I didn't guess. I was too interested in the story but I should have! How stupid!" He looked down at the book he still held and then put it into the swamper's hand.
"Pay fo'!" Lucy's indignant sniff reduced him to his extremely unimportant place. "We's not talkin' 'bout pay workin', Mistuh Ralestone. Letty-Lou don' git no pay but her eatments. 'Co'se, effen Miss 'Chanda wanna give her some ole clo's now an' den, she kin tak' dem.
Marvelous types, where did you get them?" he continued, looking from the canvas to Ricky and Val. "Oh, I am sorry. Miss Ralestone, may I present Mr. Creighton, and Mr. Holmes, both of New York. And this," she smiled at Val, "is Mr. Valerius Ralestone, the brother of the owner of this plantation. The family, I believe, has lived here for about two hundred and fifty years."
"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.
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.
"'And fortune continued to smile," Rupert took up the story, "'until a certain wild Miles Ralestone staked the Luck of his house on the turn of a card and lost." "O-o-oh!" Ricky squirmed forward in her chair. "Now comes the pirate. Tell us that, Rupert." "You know the story by heart now," he objected. "We never heard it here, where some of it really happened. Tell it, please, Rupert!"
"Swamp oak and baby alligator," burst out Charity. "Aren't they beauties?" "But who " began Ricky. Val picked up a scrap of paper which had fluttered to the floor. It was cheap stuff, ruled with faint blue lines, but the writing was bold and clear: "Miss Richanda Ralestone." "It's yours all right." He handed her the paper. "I know." She tucked the note away with the gifts. "It was Jeems." "Jeems?
"Just this " LeFleur drew himself up and faced the invaders sternly "I have only this very morning deposited with the probate court certain documents making very plain the identity of this young man. Without the shadow of a doubt he is the only living descendant of Roderick Ralestone and his wife, Valerie St. Jean de Roche. I have also sworn out a complaint "
And Ralestone or no Ralestone, I would advise you to keep a civil tongue in your head," he began hotly, when Rupert appeared at the door. "Well, Val," he asked, a frown creasing his forehead, "what is it?" The rival advanced a short step and looked up. "So this is the guy who's trying to do me out of my rights?"
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