When Jimmy proffered his hand, she looked at it icily. Of course she

could not refuse, with Mr. Harbison looking on.

"Rather negative," she said coldly. "The lines are obscured by cushions

of flesh; no heart line at all, mentality small, self-indulgence and

irritability very marked."

Jim held his palm up to the light and stared at it.

"Gad!" he said. "Hardly safe for me to go around without gloves, is it?"

It was all well enough for Jim to laugh, but he was horribly hurt. He

stood around for a few minutes, talking to Anne, but as soon as he could

he slid away and went to bed. He looked very badly the next morning,

as though he had not slept, and his clothes quite hung on him. He was

actually thinner. But that is ahead of the story.

Max came to me while the others were sitting around drinking nightcaps,

and asked me in a low tone if he could see me in the den; he wanted to

ask me something. Dal overheard.

"Ask her here," he said. "We all know what it is, Max. Go ahead and

we'll coach you."

"Will you coach ME?" I asked, for Mr. Harbison was listening.

"The woman does not need it," Dal retorted. And then, because Max looked

angry enough really to propose to me right there, I got up hastily and

went into the den. Max followed, and closing the door, stood with his

back against it.

"Contrary to the general belief, Kit," he began, "I did NOT intend to

ask you to marry me."

I breathed easier. He took a couple of steps toward me and stood with

his arms folded, looking down at me. "I'm not at all sure, in fact, that

I shall ever propose to you," he went on unpleasantly.

"You have already done it twice. You are not going to take those back,

are you, Max?" I asked, looking up at him.

But Max was not to be cajoled. He came close and stood with his hand on

the back of my chair. "What happened on the roof tonight?" He demanded

hoarsely.

"I do not think it would interest you," I retorted, coloring in spite of

myself.

"Not interest me! I am shut in this blasted house; I have to see the

only woman I ever loved--REALLY loved," he supplemented, as he caught my

eye, "pretend she is another man's wife. Then I sit back and watch her

using every art--all her beauty--to make still another man love her,

a man who thinks she is a married woman. If Harbison were worth the

trouble, I would tell him the whole story, Aunt Selina be--obliterated!"

I sat up suddenly.

"If Harbison were worth the trouble!" I repeated. What did he mean? Had

he seen-"I mean just this," Max said slowly. "There is only one unaccredited

member of this household; only one person, save Flannigan, who was

locked in the furnace room, one person who was awake and around the

house when Anne's jewels went, only one person in the house, also, who

would have any motive for the theft."




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