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Updated: June 25, 2025
Obediently the White Linen Nurse withdrew her fingers from his and wafted two kisses, one to "Aunt Agnes" and one to the Little Crippled Girl. Then the White Linen Nurse and the Senior Surgeon climbed up into the tonneau of the car where they had never, never sat alone before, and the Senior Surgeon gave a curt order to his man and the big car started off again into interminable spaces.
Constance almost gasped. What an advantage, she thought, great physical gifts bring. Even without this man's distinction in his art, it was obvious that he had some right to assume his ability to mate with whomever he might choose. Early the next morning the sculptor drove up to the barn, his tonneau loaded with impedimenta.
His fingers dropped down to the gear lever, his foot snuggled against the clutch pedal. Feet came hurrying. Two voices mumbled together. "Here he is," said one. "That's the number I gave him." Bud felt some one step hurriedly upon the running board. The tonneau door was yanked open. A man puffed audibly behind him. "Yuh ready?" Foster's voice hissed in Bud's ear. "R'aring to go."
But, alas! as the redoubtable owner of Buck Bradley's Unparalleled, etc., Wild West uttered these words, there came a sudden loud report. Bang! "Christopher! They're firing from ambush!" yelled Pete, jumping two feet up from his seat in the tonneau. "Worse than that, consarn the luck!" growled Bradley, "thet rear tire's busted agin." "Can't you run on a flat wheel?" asked Ralph anxiously.
With a second screech, he reeled back from the unseen peril which had assailed him. But Lad would not have it so. There was a harsh-breathed growl, from down in the tonneau; and, on the instant, a tawny giant shape came catapulting over the top of the shut door and hurled itself upon the staggering negro. The Master, turning at sound of the yell, was just in time to see the attack.
Patsy was the first out of the tonneau, and she reached the boy almost as soon as Gregory Jessup. "Damn them! That's the second time in my life I've seen a machine run some one down and sneak " He broke off at Patsy's sharp cry: "Holy Mary keep him! 'Tis the wee lad from Lebanon!"
Instantly, as the wheels ceased to turn, a young man in the smartest livery imaginable, green garnished with gold, leaped smartly from the driver's seat, with military precision opened the door of the tonneau and, holding it, immobilised himself into the semblance of a waxwork image with the dispassionate eye, the firm mouth, and the closely razored, square jowls of the model chauffeur.
It was a fairy night, and the thing was a fairy story. The sun had merely gone behind a colored window. The whole vault of the heaven was white with stars. The road was like a ribbon winding through the hills. In little whispers, in the dark places, Marion told me it. We sat together in the tonneau of the motor. It was past midnight, of a heavenly September.
Peter had been killed instantly, the doctors said. They gave no hope for Blackie. My escape with but a few ridiculous bruises and scratches was due, they said, to the fact that I had sat in the tonneau. I heard them all, in a stupor of horror and grief, and wondered what plan Fate had in store for me, that I alone should have been spared.
She affected a sigh of relief. "That's such a help," she said. "It makes them seem more like the rest of us." A huge motor-car wheeled from the line at the curb and glided past us. A man in the tonneau lifted his hat high above his head as he saw Judge Dillon. "Oh, you Très Jolie!" he called with a smile. "The best luck in the world to you, Judge!"
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