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"I don't see what's the hurry."
"But I see," exclaimed Keralio, his eyes growing larger, as he already saw the colossal stones glittering in his hand.
The next instant Handsome had slid his hand under his waistcoat and unbuckled a belt he wore next his s.h.i.+rt. Unfastening a pocket and taking out the contents, he growled:
"Here they are! I'm glad to get rid of the d----d things."
With a cry of exultant joy Keralio took hold of the stones and, going to the window, greedily feasted his eyes on them. Report had not exaggerated the value and extraordinary beauty of the gems. They were worth more than a million.
"What do I get out of it?" whined the gambler.
Keralio regarded him with contempt. Dryly he said:
"You get out of it that you're not sitting in the electric chair for murdering your twin brother. You get out of it that you're playing the role of the millionaire, basking in the smiles of your brother's charming wife, and making a drunken beast of yourself--that's what you get out of it. Isn't it enough?"
Handsome winced. Keralio had a direct way of saying things to which there was no answer possible.
"All right," he grumbled, "I'm not kicking."
"No--I wouldn't if I were you."
Changing the topic, Keralio carelessly lit a cigarette and, between the puffs, asked:
"How's your wife?"
"My wife? You mean his wife?"
Keralio smiled.
"Yours--for the time being."
Handsome scowled.
"It isn't so easy as I thought," he replied. "I don't know if she suspects something's wrong or not, but ever since that evening she was called to Philadelphia she avoids me like the pest. I can see in her face that she's puzzled. 'It's my husband, and yet not my husband'--that's what she's thinking all the time. I can guess her thoughts by the expression on her face."
Keralio shrugged his shoulders.
"That's your own fault. I gave you the opportunity. You failed to profit by it. You got drunk the first night you arrived. Kenneth Traynor was a temperate man. Is it no wonder you excited wonder and talk? Then you were stupid under questioning and gave equivocal answers. Your explanation to Parker about the diamonds was more than unfortunate; it was idiotic. His suspicions were at once aroused. He may yet give us trouble before we have time to get rid of the stones.
Finding the wife eluded you, you began to stay out late at night. You caroused, you drank hard, you gambled--all of which follies your brother never committed. In other words, you are a fool."
The miner pointed to the diamonds which still lay on the table.
Sulkily he asked:
"Is that all you wanted?"
Keralio put the gems away in his pocket, and pointed to the stacks of newly printed counterfeit money that lay in stacks all over the floor.
"No, you can help me make up bundles of this stuff."
Handsome opened wide his eyes at sight of the crisp currency. Greedily he exclaimed:
"Say--that's some money! Ain't they beauties?"
Keralio made an impatient gesture and, taking off his coat, made a gesture to his companion to do likewise.
"Come--there's no time to talk. We must get rid of it all before morning. For all I know the detectives may be watching the house now."
CHAPTER XVII
"I'm sure it was Mary," exclaimed Ray positively. "I never did like the girl. She was sullen and vicious and would stop at nothing to get even with us for discharging her."
"Perhaps you are right," said Helen, "although it is hard to believe that a woman would do such a cruel thing to a mother. Just imagine how worried I was all the way to Philadelphia, only to find when I got there that no message had been sent, and Dorothy was perfectly well."
It was evening. The two women were sitting alone in the library on the second floor, Ray busy at her trousseau, Helen helping her with a piece of embroidery. The master of the house was absent, as usual. He had not come home to dinner, having telephoned at the last minute that he was detained at the club, a thing of such common occurrence since his return from South Africa that Helen had come to accept it as a matter of course. Indeed, things had come to such a pa.s.s that she rather welcomed his absence. She preferred the sweet, amiable companions.h.i.+p of her little sister to that of a man who had suddenly become exacting, over-bearing and quarrelsome.
"Why don't you let Dorothy come home?" asked Ray. "Then you wouldn't have this constant worry about her."
"I think I will, now that we are more settled and things are quieter.
I wrote to auntie to-day that I might go to Philadelphia one day next week to bring her home. You are right. I shall not be happy until she's with me. I have such terrible dreams about her. If anything were to happen that child, I think it would kill me."
Ray nodded approvingly. Sympathetically, she said:
"Yes, dear. You'll feel better satisfied when she's with you. Besides she'll be a companion for you--especially when I'm married----"
Helen sighed and turned away her face so her sister should not see the tears that suddenly filled her eyes. Sorrowfully, she said:
"It will be terrible to lose you, dear. Of course, I'm happy over your marriage. It would be very selfish in me to want to stand in the way of your happiness. I'm sure I wish you and Wilbur every joy imaginable. But I shall certainly feel very lonely when you are gone."
The young girl looked closely at her sister. She realized that her sister was no longer the happy, contented woman she once was, and she readily guessed the cause. Helen had not taken her into her confidence, but she had ears and eyes. Living in the house in such close intimacy, she could not help noticing that the relations between the wife and husband were no longer what they had been. Guardedly she said:
"But you have Kenneth."
Helen sighed and was silent.
Ray looked up. More gently she said:
"Haven't you your husband, dear?"
Her sister shook her head. There was a note of utter discouragement and melancholy in her voice as she answered:
"He is seldom home--his club seems to have more attraction for him. I rarely see him except at breakfast time." She was silent for a moment, and then added quickly: "Would you believe that he hasn't been home a single night since the time I was called to Philadelphia?"
Ray opened her eyes.
"He's out all night?"