The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1930-06-14
CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER TEN
CHE felt a hysterical desire to
- scream her guilt aloud. She
felt that if she looked another Sec
ond into Carey's eyes she would
confess her shameful duplicity.
Then, even as she battled with
that instinct for confession which
always follows, in the decent-mind-
ed, the commission of wrong,
her brain informed her that con-
fession would not repair the wrong,
but would render it irrevocably
greater.
She managed to steal a glance at
Eleanor's watch upon her own
wrist. Nearly half an hour had
elapsed since she had left her little
fiat. Thirty minutes more and
Eleanor would be here.
She must be in Eleanor'S room,
and certainly no one-not even
Mary, the maid, if she could be
got rid of-should see the two girls
together. Perhaps. indeed. Eleanor
would arrive earlier. She might
even now be upstairs.
A sickening thought came to her.
Eleanor had given her the key lead
ing from the Molvania into the San
yer home. She could not have had
the forethought to provide herself
with a duplicate. How, then, was
she to enter the house?
But she dismissed this anxiety.
There was a servants entrance. and
if one of the house employees
should see Thomas Sanver'S daugh-
ter enter, even while that daughter
was supposed to be in the SAWYER
ballroom, Eleanor's quick wit could
be trusted to solve the difficulty
somehow.
For thirty minutes, then, at the
outside, she must defer their de-
parture from this house. And
during those thirty minutes she
must make frequent, trips to
Eleanor's apartment, to discover
Eleanor upon the instant of her
arrival.
Bless your heart" said Carey
tenderly, this sort of thing is bar
barous enough to give any one a
nervous breakdown" He gestured
at the milling throng, which, by
some odd chance of the moment,
was giving the bridal couple an OPP
portunity to converse with each
other.
why did We have it?" Cynthia
asked.
1t was an idle question, a retort
uttered for the purpose of gaining
time, but its effect surprised her.
For Carey wrinkled his brows in
bewilderment.
why, it's just the thing, this big
crowd, that I didn't want. 1t was
YOU who insisted"
Quickly she retrieved the error.
But you shouldn't have let me
have my own way"
Would you really prefer me
masterful?" he asked.
But aren't you?" she couptered.
This to the man who had to beg
and beg and beg for you?" he
laughed.
when a man begS and begs, isn't
he really flattering the woman with
a pretense? Unless he were master
full. shs wouldn't let him beg the
second time"
1T doesn't sound logical, or
wouldn't if any one else said it, but
you could make me believe any,
thing" he told her.
His unattended implication chilled
her. In half a dozen sentences she
had found herself entering into
play Is though it we're reality;
there had been something unex-
pectedly delightful in the inter-
change of light talk.
Your headache has come back.
he said
She averted her face. BE was
sensitive to the subtleSt change in
her voice, to the most fleeing ex-
preston in her eyes.
OF course he could aScribe her
change Of mood only TO that head
ache which had been advanced as
the reason for her hiding in her
room. But the fact that he knew
instantly her spiritual temperature.
so to speak, was most disquieting.
She had said nothing when he
stated his belief in her, and yet his
question had been instantaneous.