It was mysterious enough, but no one was interested in the mystery just

then. We wanted food, and wanted it at once. Mr. Harbison fixed the

wire, and the first thing we did, of course, was to order something to

eat. Aunt Selina went to bed just after luncheon with indigestion, to

the relief of every one in the house. She had been most unpleasant all

morning.

When she found herself ill, however, she insisted on having Bella, and

that made trouble at once. We found Bella with her cheek against the

door into Jim's room, looking maudlin while he shouted love messages to

her from the other side. At first she refused to stir, but after Anne

and Max had tried and failed, the rest of us went to her in a body and

implored her. We said Aunt Selina was in awful shape--which she was, as

to temper--and that she had thrown a mustard plaster at Anne, which was

true.

So Bella went, grumbling, and Jim was a maniac. We had not thought it

would be so bad for Bella, but Aunt Selina fell asleep soon after she

took charge, holding Bella's hand, and slept for three hours and never

let go!

About two that afternoon the sun came out, and the rest of us went

to the roof. The sleet had melted and the air was fairly warm. Two

housemaids dusting rugs on the top of the next house came over and

stared at us, and somebody in an automobile down on Riverside Drive

stood up and waved at us. It was very cheerful and hopelessly lonely.

I stayed on the roof after the others had gone, and for some time I

thought I was alone. After a while, I got a whiff of smoke, and then

I saw Mr. Harbison far over in the corner, one foot on the parapet,

moodily smoking a pipe. He was gazing out over the river, and paying no

attention to me. This was natural, considering that I had hardly spoken

to him all day.

I would not let him drive me away, so I sat still, and it grew darker

and colder. He filled his pipe now and then, but he never looked in my

direction. Finally, however, as it grew very dusk, he knocked the ashes

out and came toward me.

"I am going to make a request, Miss McNair," he said evenly. "Please

keep off the roof after sunset. There are--reasons." I had risen and was

preparing to go downstairs.

"Unless I know the reasons, I refuse to do anything of the kind," I

retorted. He bowed.

"Then the door will be kept locked," he rejoined, and opened it for me.

He did not follow me, but stood watching until I was down, and I heard

him close the roof door firmly behind me.




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