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At last, the coroner came to her side and touched her arm. "I don't know what the district attorney and the police will say to it, Mrs. Wrandall, but I shall take it upon myself to deliver the car to you. The sheriff has gone out to compare the numbers. If he finds that the car is yours, he will see to it, with Mr. Drake, that it is made ready for you.
Where there is smoke there is fire, said all the gossips, and forthwith proceeded to carry fagots. A week or so before sailing, Mrs. Redmond Wrandall had Booth in for dinner. I think she said en famille. At any rate, Sara was not asked, which is proof enough that she was bent on making it a family affair. After dinner, Booth sat in the screened upper balcony with Vivian. He liked her.
"I shall withdraw my offer of reward," proclaimed the unhappy father, struggling to his feet. "I never dreamed it could come to such a pass as this. You DO believe me, don't you, Sara, my child my daughter? God hear me, I never " "Oh," said she cuttingly, "you, at least, are innocent, Mr. Wrandall." He looked at her rather sharply.
"But she will see you, Miss Wrandall if you don't mind waiting. It is a business conference they're having." An ironic gleam appeared in the corner of Vivian's eye. "Oh," she said, and waited. Hetty smiled uncertainly. All at once the tall American girl was impressed by the wistful, almost humble look in the Englishwoman's eyes, an appealing look that caused her to wonder not a little.
Wrandall resumed her contemplation of the fog-screened Sound. "Shall I fetch you a wrap, ma'am?" asked Watson, hesitating. "I am coming in, Watson. Open the box of flowers for Miss Castleton. Is there a fire in the library?" "Yes, Mrs. Wrandall." "Mr. Leslie will be out on Saturday. Tell Mrs. Conkling." "The evening train, ma'am?" "No. The eleven-thirty. He will be here for luncheon."
One of the Wrandall uncles, obeying a look from his wife, tiptoed across the room and tried to find a way to subdue the jingling disturber. But it chimed in his face, and he put his black kid glove over his lips. The floor creaked horribly as he went back to his chair.
Things went suddenly black before her eyes, but in an instant she regained control of herself. "They have had many clews, Mr. Wrandall," she complained, shaking her head. "I know," he replied; "and this one may be as futile as the rest. Smith appears to be absolutely certain this time, however." "I understood that Mrs. Wrandall I mean Mrs. Challis Wrandall refused to offer a reward," said Booth.
Wrandall will be down in a second, thank you, sir." Booth actually was startled by her appearance when she entered the room a few minutes later. She looked positively ill. "My dear Sara," he cried anxiously, "this is too bad. You are making yourself ill. Come, come, this won't do." "I shall be all right in a day or two," she said, with a weary little gesture. "I have been nervous.
It was in the act of doing so on one occasion that her attention was drawn to two men who sauntered across the avenue from the approach to the Schweitzerhof. She stopped still in her tracks, petrified by amazement and alarm, if we may anticipate the sensation by a second or two. One of the men was Leslie Wrandall, the other her own father!
Sara Wrandall returned to New York at the end of the month, and Leslie met her at the dock, as he did on an occasion fourteen months earlier. Then she came in on a fierce gale from the wintry Atlantic; this time the air was soft and balmy and sweet with the kindness of spring. It was May and the sea was blue, the land was green. Again she went to the small, exclusive hotel near the Park.
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