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Unaware of Susanne's furtive interest in his career, Philip scanned the calm, unruffled waters of the Westfall lake and sighing turned back to his chief. There was a tempting drone of motors back among the hangars. "We fly this morning?" he inquired smiling. "Unfortunately not," regretted the Baron, and led the way indoors to a room which Mrs.
"Why must that old horrible remorse grind and tear!" he cried, "now when I can not bear it! It is keener and crueler now than it was that day when you found me in the forest. Every new twist of this damnable mess has been a barb tearing the old wound open afresh. And now I I can not even find Miss Westfall. I have motored over the roads in vain. The van is gone from the lake shore.
Upon the night of the storm there were two men lurking mysteriously in the forest near her camp fire. The knife of one I was unfortunate enough to receive. The other," Philip's eyes glinted oddly, "the other, Excellency," he finished slowly, "tried, I firmly believe to kill Miss Westfall." "Impossible!" exclaimed the Baron, greatly shocked.
Westfall wanted to see her. She was gratified by the intelligence, and readily adopted Joseph's suggestion, more especially as Mr. Westfall had charged his messenger with it to drink a glass of beer, till the restaurateur arrived. Joseph and Louise waited and waited, but Julius failed to appear. Then Joseph said: "Perhaps he has gone home; perchance he slumbereth; let us go after him."
Julius Westfall, the well-to do proprietor of a couple of restaurants. Mr. Westfall was a Teutonic "masher" with which any Venus would have been justified in falling in love. He was a brunette with hyacinthine locks and lustrous black eyes, and with hands and feet too pretty, almost, for use. Mr. Julius Westfall fell violently in love with Louise.
She turned back again at the hemlocks which flanked the forest path. "I'll ask Miss Westfall to send some men," she added and halted. For Diane had surprised a look of such keen regret in the young aviator's face that they both colored hotly. "Beastly luck!" stammered the young man lamely. "I am disappointed. I I don't seem to have another match."
It was the old fashioned desk in the corner, however, upon which Diane's thoughtful gaze rested as she ate her supper. The thought of it had primarily inspired her coming. Surely the old desk, locked this many a year, might hold some breath of the tragedy that had ghostlike trailed her footsteps. Ann Westfall had kept the key until her death.
"Now it's your turn to back water, guy!" "Well, maybe, a little if both of them were here, they ought to equal you in some things. Brandon says himself that he and Westfall together make one scientist Dad says he says so." "You don't want to believe everything you hear. Neither of them will admit that he knows anything or can do anything that's the way they are."
"That's to keep on going straight out, the way we're headed now. We'd better call a council of war, to dope out a line of action." The Citadel in Space For the first time in many days Brandon and Westfall sat at dinner in the main dining room of the Sirius.
He spoke of the forces that had fired Carl to drunken resentment, the defection of his comrades, his conviction of injustice in the apportionment of the Westfall estate, the climax of his sensitive rebellion against Diane's attitude toward his mother, the morose and morbid loneliness which had driven him relentlessly to ruin.
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