We made a formal search all together, except Betty and Aunt Selina,

and we found a lot of things in different places that Jim said had been

missing since the year one. But no jewels--nothing even suggesting a

jewel was found. We had explored the entire house, every cupboard,

every chest, even the insides of the couches and the pockets of Jim's

clothes--which he resented bitterly--and found nothing, and I must

say the situation was growing rather strained. Some one had taken the

jewels; they hadn't walked away.

It was Flannigan who suggested the roof, and as we had tried every place

else, we climbed there. Of course we didn't find anything, but after all

day in the house with the shutters closed on account of reporters, the

air was glorious. It was February, but quite mild and sunny, and we

could look down over Riverside Drive and the Hudson, and even recognize

people we knew on horseback and in cars. It was a pathetic joy, and we

lined up along the parapet and watched the motor boats racing on the

river, and tried to feel that we were in the world as well as of it, but

it was very hard.

Betty had been making tea for Aunt Selina, and of course when she heard

us up there, she followed, tray and all, and we drank Aunt Selina's tea

and had the first really nice time of the day. Bella had come up, too,

but she was still standoffish and queer, and she stood leaning against a

chimney and staring out over the river. After a little Mr. Harbison put

down his cup and went over to her, and they talked quite confidentially

for a long time. I thought it bad taste in Bella, under the

circumstances, after snubbing Dallas and Max, and of course treating Jim

like the dirt under her feet, to turn right around and be lovely to Mr.

Harbison. It was hard for Jim.

Max came and sat beside me, and Flannigan, who had been sent down for

more cups, passed tea, putting the tray on top of the chimney. Jim was

sitting grumpily on the roof, with his feet folded under him, playing

Canfield in the shadow of the parapet, buying the deck out of one pocket

and putting his winnings in the other. He was watching Bella, too, and

she knew it, and she strained a point to captivate Mr. Harbison. Any one

could see that.

And that was the picture that came out in the next morning's papers,

tea cups, cards and all. For when some one looked up, there were four

newspaper photographers on the roof of the next house, and they had the

impertinence to thank us!

Flannigan had seen Bella by that time, but as he still didn't understand

the situation, things were just the same. But his manner to me puzzled

me; whenever he came near me he winked prodigiously, and during all the

search he kept one eye on me, and seemed to be amused about something.




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