He made another clumsy attempt. The cab was swift and had almost covered

the long distance between the Western Addition and Russian Hill. "Other

things have worried me. You are so generous. Society here as elsewhere

has its parasites, its dead beats, trying to limp along by borrowing,

gambling, 'amusing,' doing dirty work of various sorts. It has worried me

lest one or more of these creatures may have tried to impose on you with

hard luck tales--borrow--"

She laughed hysterically. "Price, you are too funny! I do lend

occasionally--to the girls, when their allowance runs out before the

first of the month; but I don't know any dead beats."

He plunged desperately. "Your mother's voice sounded rather agitated for

her. Of course I did not stop to listen, but it occurred to me that she

may have been gambling in stocks, or have got into some bad land deal.

She is so confoundedly close-mouthed--if she wants money send her to me."

Helene sat very straight. Her little aquiline profile against the passing

street lights was as aloof as imperial features on an ancient coin.

"Really, Price, I don't think you can be as busy as you pretend if you

have time to indulge in such flights of imagination. Maman has never

tried to borrow a penny of me, and she is the last person on earth to

gamble in stocks or any thing else. Or to buy land except on expert

advice. I think she has given up that idea, anyhow. She said this evening

she thought it was time for her to visit our people in Rouen."

"Oh, she did! Helene, I must tell you frankly that I heard her reproach

you for having broken a promise, and she spoke with deep feeling."

It was possible that the Roman profile turned white, but in the dusk of

the car he could not be sure. His wife, however, merely shrugged her

shoulders and replied calmly: "My dear Price, if that has worried you, why didn't you say so at once? I

am rather ashamed to tell you, all the same. Maman has been at me lately

to persuade you to let her have the ruby for a week. She is dreadfully

superstitious, poor maman, and is convinced it would bring her some

tremendous good fortune--"

"I have never met a woman who, I could swear, was freer from

superstition--"

Price closed his lips angrily. Of what use to tax her feminine defenses

further? He had known her long enough to be sure she would rather tell

the truth than lie. It was evident that she had no intention of lowering

her barriers, and he must play the game from the other end: get the proof

he needed and engineer his mother-in-law out of the United States.




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