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Creighton's manner became a shade less brusque as he took the hand Ricky held out to him. "I might have known that no professional could get that look," he said. "Then this isn't your place?" Mr. Holmes said to Charity after he had greeted the Ralestones. "Mine? Goodness no! I rent the old overseer's house. Pirate's Haven is Ralestone property." "Pirate's Haven."
Now, however, the passenger took a hand in the game. He crawled out of the car, taking off his soiled panama to wipe his bald head with a gaudy silk handkerchief. "Here, here, Mr. Ralestone," he addressed his companion, "let us have no unpleasantness.
In pantomime she gestured that he might try to make her. Val decided that he should have known the result of his efforts. Ricky was a Ralestone, too. And short of throwing her off the platform and so unmasking themselves completely, he could not move her against her will. "No," she whispered. "They're planning trouble for Jeems. He'll probably need us."
Rupert reached behind him and closed the screen before coming to the head of the terrace steps. "I presume that you are Mr. Ralestone?" he asked quietly. "'Course I'm Ralestone," asserted the other. "And I'm part owner of this place." "That has not yet been decided," answered Rupert calmly. "But suppose you tell me to what we owe the honor of this visit?"
"Well, he was very certain that the duel of the twin brothers must have occurred Why, Mr. Ralestone," he interrupted himself as the stick Val was about to place on the fire fell from his hands and rolled across the floor. "Mr. Ralestone, what is the matter?" Across his shoulder Ricky signaled her brother. And above her head Val saw Holmes' eyes narrow shrewdly. "Nothing.
Mah gran' pappy Bob was own man to Massa Miles Ralestone. He fit in de wah longside o' Massa Miles. An' wen de wah was done finish'd, dem two com' home to-gethah. Den Massa Miles, he call mah gran'pappy in an' say, 'Bob, yo'all is free an' I'se a ruinated man.
Twice before have we been forced to be the bearers of ill news, but " he shrugged, "that was in the past. This lies in the future." "What does?" asked Ricky. "It is such a tangle," he said, running his hand through his short, gray-streaked hair. "A tangle such as lawyers are supposed to delight in. But they don't, I assure you that they don't, Miss Ralestone.
Then the Boss took a hand in the game. "The boy's a minor," he observed. "Through me," LeFleur returned, "Mr. Rupert Ralestone as nearest of kin has applied for guardianship and there will be no difficulty in the settlement of that matter." "Yeah!" The rival threw his gloves on the terrace and glared not at LeFleur but at his own backing.
"Miss Ralestone, it is a pleasure, a very great pleasure, to see you here! And this," he turned to Val, "this must be that brother Valerius both you and Mr. Ralestone spoke so much of during our meeting in New York. You have safely recovered from that most unfortunate accident, Mr. Ralestone? But of course, your presence here is my answer. And how do you like Louisiana, Miss Ralestone?"
"Well, I suppose we are in a hole." He managed to mend his tone a fraction. "Rupert will probably be in to see you tomorrow, Mr. LeFleur." "It would be well for him to become acquainted with the whole matter as quickly as possible," agreed the unhappy Creole. "You may tell Mr. Ralestone that I am, of course, having this claimant thoroughly investigated. We shall have to wait and see.
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