FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   >>  
for such suffering. On the other hand, he _had_ brought her safely back to New York, as he had promised to do. Surely, it was not for her to cavil at the manner in which he had done it. Something, of course, had happened, probably a racking fight between the two men. Laurie was exhausted, and was showing it; that was all. With their arrival at her studio, his manner did not change. He assisted her from the car, punctiliously escorted her to the elevator, and left her there. "I have some telephoning to do," he explained. "I shall not leave the building, and I expect to be with you again in about fifteen minutes. With your permission, I am asking my two partners to meet me in your studio, Rodney Bangs and Jacob Epstein. What I have to tell must be told to all three of you, and"--his voice caught in a queer fashion--"it is a thing I don't want to tell more than once. I think I can get them right away. They'll probably be in their rooms, dressing for dinner. May they come here?" "Of course." Her panic was returning. His appearance in the lighted hall was nothing short of terrifying, and not the least uncanny feature was his own utter unconsciousness of or indifference to it. "Thanks. Then I'll wait for them down here, and bring them up to your studio when they come." He left her with that, and Henry, the night elevator man, who went on duty at six o'clock, indifferently swung the lever and started his car upward. In the studio, with her door shut against the world, Doris again resolutely took herself and her nerves in hand. She summoned endless explanations of Laurie's manner and appearance, explanations which, however, turn and twist them as she would, always left something unexplained. There was, she realized, a strong probability that he had forced the truth from Shaw. But even the truth would not make Laurie look and act like that. Or would it? She tried to believe it would. Anything would be better than the thing she feared. She set her teeth; then, springing from the chair into which she had dropped, she turned on the studio lights and busied herself with preparations for her visitors. She simply dared not let her thoughts run on. Five minutes passed--ten--fifteen--twenty. Save during the half-hour of that return journey from Sea Cliff, she had never known such dragging, horror-filled moments. A dozen times she fancied she heard the elevator stop at her floor, and the sound of voices and footste
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   >>  



Top keywords:
studio
 

elevator

 

Laurie

 
manner
 

explanations

 

fifteen

 

minutes

 

appearance

 

fancied

 

unexplained


strong

 
probability
 

forced

 
realized
 
endless
 

nerves

 

started

 

upward

 

indifferently

 

footste


voices

 

summoned

 

resolutely

 

simply

 

thoughts

 
visitors
 

dragging

 

preparations

 

return

 

twenty


passed

 

journey

 
horror
 

busied

 

Anything

 

moments

 

filled

 

dropped

 

turned

 

lights


springing
 
feared
 

building

 

expect

 

permission

 
explained
 

escorted

 
telephoning
 
Epstein
 

Rodney