There was a great deal of excitement, and nobody except Mr. Harbison was

willing to go near Jim. He went up at once with Bella, while Max and Dal

sat cravenly downstairs and wondered if we would all take it, and Anne

told about a man she knew who had it, and was deaf and dumb and blind

when he recovered.

Mr. Harbison came down after a while, and said that the rash was there,

right enough, and that Jim absolutely refused to be quarantined; that he

insisted that he always got a rash from early strawberries and that if

he DID have anything, since they were so touchy he hoped they would all

get it. If they locked him in he would kick the door down.

We had a long conference in the hall, with Bella sitting red-eyed and

objecting to every suggestion we made. And finally we arranged to

shut Jim up in one of the servants' bedrooms with a sheet wrung out of

disinfectant hung over the door. Bella said she would sit outside in

the hall and read to him through the closed door, so finally he gave

a grudging consent. But he was in an awful humor. Max and Dal put on

rubber gloves and helped him over, and they said afterward that the way

he talked was fearful. And there was a telephone in the maid's room, and

he kept asking for things every five minutes.

When the doctor came he said it was too early to tell positively, and he

ordered him liquid diet and said he would be back that evening.

Which--the diet--takes me back to the famine. After they had moved Jim,

Mr. Harbison went back to the telephone, and found everything as it

should be. So he followed the telephone wire, and the rest followed him.

I did not; he had systematically ignored me all morning, after having

dared to kiss me the night before. And any other man I know, after

looking at me the way he had looked a dozen times, would have been at

least reasonably glad to find me free and unmarried. But it was clear

that he was not; I wondered if he was the kind of man who always makes

love to the other man's wife and runs like mad when she is left a widow,

or gets a divorce.

And just when I had decided that I hated him, and that there was one man

I knew who would never make love to a woman whom he thought married and

then be very dignified and aloof when he found she wasn't, I heard what

was wrong with the telephone wire.

It had been cut! Cut through with a pair of silver manicure scissors

from the dressing table in Bella's room, where Aunt Selina slept! The

wire had been clipped where it came into the house, just under a window,

and the scissors still lay on the sill.




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