The Washington herald., 1922-03-14
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The pallor OF Bonnicetti's face
alarmed Jeanne more than his
startled cry at the sight of the
necklace.
He had fallen back on his pill
low with a distorted look on his
face.
She sprang to her feet, involun-
tarily calling the valet. Even in
her distress at the violinists con-
ditton, there was in her soul a
sense Of panic. Suppose Bonni-
eetu died, and 1t became known
that she was alone with him in this
hotel apartment?
Lurid headlines and ugly news
paper stories flashed across her
conscience.
The Italian man servant came
running in response to her call.
Your master has faintedr
gasped Jeanne Can you bring
water and brandy"
He exclaimed something in
Italian and bent over the PROSTATE
violinist for a moment. Then he
Strengthened up and hurried away
returning a moment later. with
decantor and a small glass.
Jeanne had remained as though
frozen. She was afraid to look at
the man on the couch for fear she
would see the gray pallor of death
creeping over his olive counten-
ancs. She stood with her gloved
hands tightly clenched on the back
OF a chair and it seemed TO her
that 1000 years passed through
space before the valet had forced
the coSnac between his masters
nalIih lnG and
rerceptiole twitch in the iner.
hand.
The servant Strengthened up ana
turning to Jeanne nodded reas-
surinSly.
She pressed both hands over her
heart and a huttering breath Of
relief escaped her.
Perhaps even yet she was safe,
She indicated the ruby necklace
which Bonnicetti still held tightly
clenched in his hand
You will see that this Is safe !?
/ must go now"
The servant nodded.
You think he will be all right?"
Jeanne asked. indicating the man
on the couch.
Again he nodded. and picking up
small vial from the table at the
violinist's side, he crushed a white
pellet in his palm. sifted it into the
glass still half filled with brandy
Hnd held it to Bonnicetti's lips.
II Jeanne fingered, unwilling to go
Fhile the violinist was still uncon-
bcious- The servant was trust
worthy OF course. she argued. but
the ruby necklace was priceless.
Suppose it should disappear? The
stigma of its loss would always at
tach to her no matter what hap
pened.
She remembered that once before
long ago in Italy it had disap-
peared. and a beautiful girl had
died because of il.
wy Dead Heart Lives AEaIn.,
Through the half-drawn curtains
at the sitting room windows she
could see the gathering twilight.
and the increased hum of traffic on
the avenue, told her of the lateness
OF the hour. 1t spelled homegoinS
traffic and she knew that soon her
husbands motor would be coming
up that very street. He might even
stop at the dentist where she told
him she had an appointment in the
hope of picking her up. II he got
NOME DcIOTc neT lheTe "OulO ndNt
to be explanations and in the ter
rible weeks through which she had
passed when life had been just one
lie after another in her effort to
evsde consequences her brain had
been rung dry of subterfuges
She could no longer think clever
". The nimble excuses which had
once sprung so quickly to her brain
were gone.
Perhaps IL was because the de-
sire to pretend was gone too. Per-
haps ii was because she could not
think of Victor Barstowe's clear
honest eyes and straightforward
glance and at the same time con-
coct a plan to deceive him.
The violinist's lips moved.
Jeanne bent close to hear what
they tried to form.
60 home little Jeanne. will