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JrjFJTMfK <f j£FC/A em^mraar &<*8 Or jmmstr- s?£j?xru cm SYNOPSIS. «n,%. a. pnvai« view u& uto •erstma! estate, to b« Bold at auct Ch&ttrorth ring, known as the Cn tnysteriocisly disappears. Harry At a private view of the Chatworth anal estate, to be Bold at auction, the Crew Idol, Creasy, Who -was present, describes the ring to Ms ftancjee. Flora Gilsey, and her chap­ eron. Mrs, Clara Brltton, aB beinj? like a hc&LL-eu sod. with, a beautiful sapphire •K in the head. Flora meets Mr. Kerr, •a Kngiisbman, at the club. In dis- enssing thf disappearance of the ring, the «Cl?>olta of an English thief, Farrell Wejod, are recalled. Flora has a fancy that Harry and Kerr know something •beet (lie mystery. Kerr tells Flora that h« <«•;; met Harry somewhere, but cannot place him. 120.000 inward Is offered for Kile return of the ring. Harry admits to yjora that he dislikes Kerr. Harry takes Jtora to a Chinese goldsmith's to buy an encasement ring-. An exquisite sapphire Kt ir. n hoop of hrtvsa. is selects;!. 1'iinT SBTgcs? her not to wear it until H is reeet. TOk possesion of the ring seems to cast It fipeli aver Flora. She becomes uneasy and apprebaiialvc. Flora meets Kerr at a box party. She Is startled by the effect on hta> when he gets a glimpsa of the wpphire. The possibility that the stone in pert of the Crew Idol causes Flora much anxiety. Unseen, Flora discovers Clara ransacking her dressing room. etora refuses to grive or sell the stone to err, and suspects him of being the thief. CHAPTER XIII. Thrust and Parry. My dear Flora: I am going out early and shall not be back to dinner. CLARA. Flora let the little note fall as if •he disliked the touch of it. She was relieved to think she would not have to see Clara that day. It was her de­ sire never to see Clara again. If only they could part here and now! How •he wanted to shake the whole thing off her shoulders! How foolish not to have gone to Harry when she had first bade up her mind to! For why, after all, make him any explanations? Suppose she should just take the ring to him and gay; "ft gives me the shiv­ ers, Harry. Let s take it back and get something else." If he didn't suspect the sapphire already, he would never «U£i>ect it from that: But did she really want Harry to rid her of the ring? She would get hold of him first and then she would see what she would uo. She stepped into the hall with all the confidence of one who has fully made up her mind to carry matters with a high hand; but at the tele­ phone she hesitated. Calling hirta up at such an hour of the morning de­ manding his attendance on such a fanciful errand--wouldn't he think It odd? No, he would think it the most natural thing In the world for her to be so flighty. Reassured, she gave iuo club number and stood waiting, listen­ ing to the ha^f-syllabies of Bwltched- off voices and the crossing click, click, that was bringing her fate near­ er to her. She heard some one com­ ing up the stairs and down the hall toward her. Marrika stood stolid at her elbow. v "Mr. Creasy," she pronounced. "Yes, yes," said Flora, with the club clamoring in her left ear. "He is down-stairs," said Marrika. Flora nearly let the receiver fall Harry here? What a piece of luck! But here on his own account, at such an hour--how extraordinary! "Hello, hello," persisted the club. "What's wanted?" "Why, I--" Flora stammered. "It's a mistake; never mind. I don't want him now." She hoped that Harry had not heard her as he came in, since it was his informal fashion to await her In the large entrance hall. She didn't want to spoil the chance he had giv­ en her of seeming off-hand about the ring. But the hall was empty, and as ahe descended the stairs she amused herself with the fancy that Shima had had a vision, and that she would still 'have to ring up the club and explain to the attendant that, after all, she wanted Mr. Cressy. | Then from the drawing-room thresh­ old ahe caught sight of Harry stand­ ing in the big bay window of the draw­ ing-room, in the same spot where Kerr had awaited her the afternoon before. Harry was tall and large and freshly colored, and yet he did not fill* the room to her as the other man had done. He met her, kissed her, and she turned her head so that his lips met her cheek close beside her eajP. She did not positively object to h/» kissing her on the lips, but her in­ stinct was strong to offer him her cheek. He had sometimes laughed ut this, but now he resented it. He in­ sisted on his privilege, and she was passive to him, conscious of less love In this than assertion of possession. "You are not going to Burllngame, are you?" she asked him with her first breath. He looked down at her with a flushed and sulky air. "What differ­ ence would that make to you? I am, as it happens, but I suppose you think that's no reason for disturbing you so early." He was angry, but at what, she wondered, with creeping uneasi­ ness. "What Is the matter?" she urged. "Are things going crookedly at Bur­ llngame?" "Things are going as crooked as you please, but not at Burllngame. Sit over there/'"he said, nodding toward the window-bench; "I want to talk to you." Harry had Ae air of one about to •cold, and certainly Flora thought If anybody was carrying matters with a high hand, it wasn't herself; but she didn't follow his direction. She con­ tinued to stand, while he, siting on the table'B edge, drumming the top of Mb hat, gloomily regarded her. "Well?" she persisted, troubled by this look of his, and this silence. "Look here," he began, "I have to be away a couple of days and I wish you'd do in* a favp/v" Flora's thought flew to the ring. Was he going to ask for it back, to have it reset, as he had promised on the threshold of the goldsmith's shop? Here might be the chance she had hoped for of getting rid of it. She grasped at it before she ha# time to waver. "J. wonder if it's the rary favor I was going to ask of you?" But he didn't take it up. He seemed hardly to hear her, as if his mind was too much absorbed with quite another question--a question that the next mo­ ment came out flat. "What was that Kerr doing here yesterday?" She was taken aback, so far had her apprehension of Harry's jealousy slipped into the background in the last 24 hours. But hsr consciousness that Harry was not behaving well, even for a jealous man, made her take It up all the more lightly. "Why, he was calling, chatting, ta­ king tea--what anybody else would do from four to six. What in the world gave you the idea that he was doing anything extraordinary?" _ "Weil," he said, "you shouldn't do the sort of thing that makes you talked about/' "That makes me talked about?" It made her pause in front of him. "Why, yes. it isn't like you. It nev­ er happened before. Lzook here, i drop into the Buliers' yesterday; find Clara sidled up to the judge; look around for you. 'Hello,' I say, 'where's Flora?' 'Oh,' says she, 'Flora's at home amusing Mr. Kerr.' 'Amusing Mr. Kerr!"' he repeated. "That's a nice thing to hear." Flora went red. She walked down the room from him to give her sud­ denly tumultuous heart time. How­ ever little he might guess the real trend of her interview with Kerr, she wondered if he could have forgotten how he had denied it before. "And that isn't why you distrust him?" The devil's tattoo that he beat on his hat stopped. "I don't distrust him." "Well, dislike him, then, When was it you saw him before?" "Isn't it enousrh tnr mo »cti - - . --w-- --" - w /UU that I don't want you to see him?" "Oh-" She turned away from him. Every nerve in her was in revolt. Then he really wasn't going to tell her anything. He was keeping her out of it as if she were a child. She had re­ lied on him to return the ring. She had counted upon his indifference and good nature. And he was neither in­ different nor good-natured. All desire of even mentioning the ring to him left her; and as to giving him her con­ fidence-- These hints that he had thrown out about Kerr--they might be mere jealousy--but he might have actual knowledge, knowledge that, with her own fitted to it, would make for him a complete figure. She caught her breath at the thought of how near she had come to actually betraying Kerr. Until that moment she had not realized that through all her waver­ ings her one fixed intention had been not to betray him. Harry had risen and was battonlng his overcoat. "You know you're nev­ er at home if you don't want to be," he said. She stood mlsleadingly drooping be- /dm. .. ,. r 'Why, Harry, I Never 8aw You Jealous Before I" couldn't hear him come near it with­ out apprehension. She was angry, helplessly angry at Harry that he bad taken this moment for his stupid jealousy. But she iras more angry at Clara, since such a speech on Clara's part wasn't carelessness. She tried to laugh him out of It. "Why, Harry, I never saw you jealous before!" "It's all very well to say that--and you know I've never made a row about the other Johnnies. I knew you didn't care for any of them." Her eyes narrowed and darkened. "And you take It for granted I care for Mr. Kerr?" "Oh, no, no!" He pushed his hand through his hair with an irascible gesture. "But it's plain enough you like him--you women always like a fellow that flourishes--but that's not the sort of man I care to see hanging around my girl." Flora stood leaning on the table, breathing a little hurriedly, feeling rather as if she had been shaken. Harry, standing with his hands in his pockets, looked not unlike the threat­ ening image be had appeared in the back of the goldsmith's shop. "Of course, the fellow can talk," he admitted, "and he has a manner. Qut Lord knows where he comes from or who he is. Why, eten the Buliers don't know." Fiora turned sharply on him. "Who told you that?" 'The judge. He picked him up at the club." •"Well," she kept it up, "some one had to Introduce him there." Harry smiled. "You wouldn't care to bow to some of those club mem­ bers." ' "Harry, do you know how you sound to me?" She was trembling nt the daring of what she was going to say. "You talk as if you knew something against him." Her statement seemed to bring him up short. "No, no, I don't," he said hastily. She made a little gesture of des­ pair. How was she to count on Hajry if he was going to behave like this? How trust him when bd was shuffling so? She made one more bold stroke to make him speak out. "Harry, you do know something about him! I know you have seen hiin before." "Why, yes, I've seen him before. But that's got nothing to do with it." He looked surprised that she should seem to accuse him of it, and she fore him. But though her appearance was passive enough for the most ex acting lover her will had never been in more vigorous revolt. She knew Harry was taking her weariness for acquiescence, and she let him take it so. She even followed him Into the hall, and with a vague idea of further propitiation, nodded away Shima and opened the door for him herself. The fog was a chasm of white out­ side. Harry turned on the brink of it. "By the way, where's Clara?" "Why, do you want to see her? She will be out all day. She's dining with the Willie Herrlcks." "No, I don't want to see her, but, by the way, she's not dining with the Willie Herricks; she's dining with the Buliers. I heard her make the en­ gagement yesterday." "Oh, no, Harry, I'm sure you're mis­ taken." "Well, it doesn't matter. All I want to know is, why did you show that ring to Clara before it was set?" She was genuinely aghast. "I did not," she flashed. "What made you think I had?" He shrugged. "Well, she asked me where we got it. I don't see why wo­ men always talk those things over." He was looking at her inquiringly. Well, I haven't," she said quickly. "Have you?" He looked out upon the fog. "Told her where we got it, do you mean? No, I Just chaffed her. I'd look out, if I were you. She strikes me as damned curious." He stood a moment on the threshold, looking from Flora to the chasm of fog outside, as if he were choosing between two chances. "I thi*k I'll .take that rftg this morn­ ing," le said slowly. The deliberate words came to her with & shock. But in the moment, while she looked into Harry's moody face, she realized how impossible to make a scene over what must still be maintained as a trivial matter be­ twixt them--the mere resetting of a jewel; what should she do to put him off? She looked up at him and saw with relief that his face was turned from her to the fog, as if he had for­ gotten her. Then, still with averted head, as if he addressed the white­ ness, o? himself,--"No," he deter­ mined, won't. Til take it when I come back." He pulled himself to­ gether with an effort, with a smile. "That Is," he turned to her, "If you're in no great hurry about the setting? Very well, then. In a day or two." He plunged away into the fog. A few rods from the door he disap­ peared, but she cOold still hear his footsteps growing thinner, lighter, passing away in the whiteness. CHAPTER XIV. She stood where he had left her In the often doorway, with the damp ed­ dy of the fog blowing od her. She had had a narrow escape; but after the first fullness of her relief there re­ turned upon her again the weight of her responsibility. There was no slip­ ping out of it now, and it was going to be worse than she had imagined. So much had come out in the last half-hour that she felt bewildered by it. What Harry had let slip about Clara alarmed her. What In the world was Clara about? With one well- aimed observation she had stirred up Harry against Kerr and against Flora herself. And meanwhile she was run­ ning after the Buliers. Twice in two days, if Harry was not mistaken, and she was even uearing another engage­ ment. After all her fruitless sousings, Clara had too evidently got on the scent of something at last. How much she knew or guessed as yet, Flora could not be sure, but certainly, now, she couldn't let Clara go. For that would be turning adrift a dangerous person with a stronger motive than ever for pursuing her quest, and the opportunity for pursuing It unob­ served, out of Flora's sight. Clara was at it even now, and the only con- sslfitJon Flora had was that Harry, at least, would not play into her hands. For Harry had a special secret in­ terest of his own. The last ten min­ utes of their interview had made that plain. His manner, when he had de­ clared his intention of taking the ring, had been anything but the man­ ner of a care-free iover merely con­ cerned with pleasing his lady. Then they were all of them racing each oth­ er for the same thing--the thing she held in her possession; and whether she feared most to be felled by a blow from Harry, or hunted far afield by Kerr, or trapped by Clara, she could not tell. She stood hesitating, looking out into the obsctirlty of the fog, as if. she hoped to read the an- fng her from orer many intervening hills. She did not feel sure what she should difat the end of her journey or what awaited her there. She knew herself a most unpracticed hunter, she, who all her life had been the most artful of quarries. She turned in at the low gate of imi­ tation grill in front of an enormous wooden mansion, with towers and cu­ polas painted all a chill slate gray, with fuchsias, purple and red, clam­ bering up the front She rang, and was admitted into a hall, ornate and very high, with a wide staircase sweeping down into the middle of it. The maid looked dubiously at Flora and thought Miss Fuller was not at home, but would see. Flora turned Into the room on her left and sat down among the Louis Qulnze sofas and potted palras with a feeling that Miss Bulier was at borne, and, for one rea­ son or another, preferred not to be seen. She waited apprehensively, wondering whether Ella was not see­ ing the world-in-general, or had really "specified against herself. Could it be that Ella was one of those women whom Harry had alluded to as run­ ning after Kerr? In the short 24 hours every individual help she had counted upon had seemed to draw away from her--Kerr, whose understanding she had been so sure of; Clara, whose pro­ priety had never failed; Harry, whose comfortable good nature she had so taken for granted! It seemed as if the sapphire, whose presence she was never unconscious of, for all she wore it out of sight, had a power like the evil eve over these people. But it it could turn such as Ella against her, why, the Brussels carpet beneath her might well open' and let her down to deeper abysses than Judge BuHer's wine-cellar. She started nervously jit^the sf > the maid returning. Tfrt^ m brought was unexpected. "Miss Sut­ ler says will you please walk up­ stairs ?" Flora wig istsjud. That !&?!tst!ss would have been odd enough at any time, for she and Ella were hardly on such intimate footing. But now she was ushered up the majestic stair, and from the majestic upper hall I i "I'll Speak to Clara To-night." swer there. Presently she returned to the fact that Shima was waiting to close the door. Half-way across the hall she paused again, looking thoughtfully down the rose-colored vis­ ta of the drawing-room, and up at the broad black march of the stair. Vague mysteries peered at her from every side. Which should she from? Which walk boldly up to and dispel? She want up stairs slowly. She stood in her dressing-room absently before the mirror. She touched the hard, unyielding stone of the ring under the thin bodice of her gown. She re­ called the morning when she had gone to get it, before anything had hap­ pened and the lure of life had been so exquisite. And yet she didn't wish herself back, but only forward. Now she had no leisure to imagine, to pretend, to enjoy, only the breathless sense that she must get forward. The chatter­ ing clock on her mantel warned her of the passing time and set her hur­ rying into her walking gOwn, her hat, her gloves, as if the object of her er­ rand would only wait for her a mo­ ment longer. When, for the second time, she opened the house door, she didn't hesitate. She descended Into the white fog that covered all the city. Above her the stone facade of her house loomed huge and pinkish in the mist. Her spirits rose with the feel­ ing that she was going adventuring again, leaving that house where for the last two days she had awaited events with such vivid apprehensions. She hurried fast down the damp, glis­ tening pavement, seeing long, dim gray faces of houses glimmer by, see­ ing figures come toward her through j the fog, grow vivid, pass, and hearing at Intervals the hoarse, lonely voice of the fog-horn at "The Heads," reach- abruptly into a wild little cluttered sewing-room, and thence into a wilder but more spacious bedroom, large cur­ tains at the windows, large roses on the carpet, and over alii objects in the room a clutter of miscellaneous ar­ ticles, as if Ella's band-boxes, bureaus and work-baskets habitually refused to contain themselves. From %he midst of this Ella con­ fronted her, still in her "wrapper" and with the large puff of her hair a little awry. Under it her face was curiously pink, a color deepening to the tip of her nose and puffing out un­ der her eyes. "Well, Flora," she greeted her guest. "You were Just the person I wanted to see. Sit down. No, not there--that's my bird of paradise feather! Oh, no, not there--that's the breakfast. Well, I guess you'll have to sit on the bed." Flora swept aside the clothes that streamed across It and throned her­ self on the edge of the high, white plateau of Ella's four-poster. Ella, for all her eager greeting, looked upon her friend doubtfully, and Flora recog­ nized in herself a similar hesitation, as if each were trying to make out, without asking, what thoughts the oth­ er harbored. "I was afraid I shouldn't see you at all," Flora began at last. "Well, you wouldn't if it hadn't hap­ pened to be you," said Ella paradoxi­ cally. "Look at me; did you ever see such a sight?" "You don't look very well," Flora cautiously admitted. "Why, Ella, you have been crying!" "Yes. I>e been crying," said Ella, mopping her now, which still showed a tendency to distil a tear at its tip. "And It's perfectly awful to me to think you've been living so long in the same house with her." Flora murmured breathlessly: "What in the world do you mean?" "If you don't know, I certainly ought to tell you. I mean Clara," said 1511a distinctly. Flora, siting up on the edge of the high bed with the tips of her little shoes hardly touching the floor, looked at Ella fascinated, her lips a little apart. Ella had so exactly pronounced her own secret thought of Clara, She was breathless to know what had been Clara's performance at the Bul­ iers' "Of course I've always known she was like that," said Ella, leaning back in her chair with an air of resigna­ tion. "She's always getting some­ thing. It's awful. It was the same even when we were at boarding- school. I suppose she never did have enough money, though her people were awfully nice; but she worked us all for invitations and rideB in our car­ riages, and I remember she got lots through LUlie Lewis' elder brother, and he thought she was going to mar­ ry him, but she didn't. She married Lulu Britton's father; and I guess she worked him until he went under and they found there really was no mon­ ey. So she's been living on people ever since." Ella rocked gloomily. "But she does it so nicely," Flora suggested. She stllkhad the feeling jthat it was not decent to own up to these most secret facts of people's failings. "Oh, yes, she's a perfect wonder," Ella admitted grudgingly; "look at what she's done for you!" Ella's ees- tlculation was eloquent of how much that had been. "But don't you Imag­ ine she cares about you any more than she cares about me!" Ella began to cry again. "You were an awfully good thing for her. Flora, and now that you're going to be married she's got to have somebody pise. But I do think she might have taken somebody besides papa." Flora gasped. "'Taken!' Ella* what do you mean?" "I mean married," Baid Ella. "'Married!'" For the time Flora had become a helpless echo. "Oh, not yet," Ella defiantly nod­ ded. "Not while there's anything left of me." Flora stammered. "Oh, Ella, no. Oh, Ella, are you sure?" She felt a hysterical Impulse to giggle. "Well, I'd like to know why?" Ella snapped. "I'm sure papa Is twice as rich as old Brltton was, and twice as easy." She went off into sobs be­ hind her handkerchief. "Oh, don't, Ella, don't cry!" flora begged, petting the large expanse of heaving shoulders. "I didn't mean anything. I was just silly. Of oourse it may be that she wants to marry him. But she never has before--at least, I mean, I don't believe she wants to now. What makes you think Bhe does? What has she done?** "Well." Ella burst out, "why Is she coming here all the time, when she never used to, and petting papa? Why does she bother to be so agreeable to me when she never was before? Why does she make me ask her to dinner, when I don't want to?" Each question knocked on Flora's brain to the accompaniment of Ella's furious rocking. She could not a& swer them, and Ella's explanation, ab> surd as it seemed, coming on top ol her high expectations, wasnt impos­ sible. it wag like Clara to have more than one iron in the fire; but when Flora remembered the passionate ta- tentness with which Clara had de­ molished the order of her room, she couldn't believe that Clara would pause in the midst of such pursuit to pounce on Judge Buller. "Oh, Ella," Flora sympathetically urged, "I dont believe there's really any danger. And surely, even If she meant it, Judge Buller wouldn't be--* "Oh, yes, he would," Ella cut her short. "Why, when she came yester­ day he was just going out, and she went for him and made him stop to tea. Think of it--papa stopping to tea! And he was as pleased as Punch to have her make up to him. He has not the least Idea of what she's after. Papa isn't used to ladles. He's always Just lived with me." This astonishing statement looking at Flora through Ella's unsuspecting eyes had nevertheless a pathos of Its own. "But I'll tell you one thing," Ella ended, still rocking vigorously; "J she comes here to-night to dinner when she knows I dont want her I shall tell her what I think of her, be­ fore she leaves this house! See If I don't" "Don't do that, Ella," Flora en treat­ ed, "that would be awful." She was certain that such an Interview would only end In Clara's making KUa more ridiculous than she was already. "Let me speak to her. I don't mind at alV* she declared bravely, and in a manner truly, though she was fully awaro that speaking to Clara would be anything but a treat "Oh. would you?" said BUa eagerly. "I really would be awfully obliged. 1 hated to ask you. Flora, but I thought perhaps you mlglft be able to-- well, perhaps be able to do aom* thing," she ended vaguely. "Do you think you could?" 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