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“What do you say? I’m sorry to ask her?”And you won’t go to see your mother-in-law with me?”“Where is your police permit?” exclaimed the taller of the two.Frederick’s counsel thereupon arose and began his speech in defense of the young man. He urged that his client could have no object in murdering his mistress, to whom he was passionately attached, and on whom he had showered innumerable and lavish tokens of his affection. He painted in graphic colors the career of the dead woman in the annals of the Parisian galanterie, related how Frederick had made her acquaintance at the Jardin Mabille, and finally wound up by insinuating that, the woman being addicted to the use of chloral and morphia as sleeping draughts, her death was due to an overdose of the drug, administered by her own hand. He concluded his speech by an eloquent appeal to the jury to acquit his client.[Pg 97] christian louboutin slippers A moment afterward, and before he had time to come to the surface again, the spot where he had disappeared became tinged with blood, and the fins of several huge sharks appeared between the waves. Raising his eyes to the horizon from this terrible scene, Frederick suddenly exclaimed:A few weeks later Frederick, who had meanwhile been promoted to the rank of pay sergeant, was walking quietly along one evening after dark in the outskirts of Padang, when suddenly he was startled by a strange noise proceeding from behind a clump of bushes. A second later he heard a voice calling gently, “Wolff! Wolff!” Frederick started violently, for there was no one in the colony who knew him by the name under which he had been sentenced for murder at Paris, excepting Charles Renier. Before he had time to recover from his disagreeable surprise the face of his former fellow-convict showed itself peering through the branches of a “summak” bush.[Pg 139]Frederick was leaning against the bulwark, close to the [Pg 146] place where an opening had been purposely prepared. His arms were folded on his breast, and his head was bent; but, although he was deadly pale, he showed no trace of emotion, and remained so perfectly still that he might have been carved in marble. Only once during the brief ceremony did his unnatural calm give way. The captain had arrived at those most solemn words of a burial service at sea:“You should have remained with us. We have had a stunning game.”Frederick’s first thought was to effect his escape without delay. But while he hesitated for a moment as to the means of doing so without attracting Captain Clery’s attention, the drawing-room doors were thrown open, and Lady Kingsbury, followed by her daughters and two other ladies in full evening dress, entered the room. Baffled in his purpose, Frederick now determined to put the best face on the matter that he could. Of one thing he was certain, namely, that there had been no gleam of recognition in Clery’s eye [Pg 159] when the latter had cursorily glanced at him on entering. The drawing-rooms were but dimly lighted by several shaded lamps, and the great change which had taken place in Frederick’s appearance during the years which had elapsed since he left India encouraged him to hope that he might possibly escape detection, even on closer inspection. He therefore advanced toward the lady of the house, and, bowing low, kissed her outstretched hand with the graceful and never-failing courtesy that was habitual to him in his relations with the fair sex.Suddenly the grocer stealthily opened his eyes, and, having assured himself that his fellow-traveler was asleep, proceeded to examine the contents not only of his pockets but also of his valise. An exclamation of satisfaction burst from his lips as he found the objects of his search, which, as he held them up to the dim light of the lamp, it was easy to perceive consisted of valuable jewelry.The two ladies were silent with dismay and ignorance. Laura, sucking a piece of lemon, and seeing a chance to[Pg 23] “root,” said, “How bully to have an office! I’m going to make her take me as office boy.””I suppose they think I am doing it to please you? Very likely they think I’m trying to catch you,” she said, chuckling.”Won’t you be frightened?””Gosh, Fred,” he said, soberly, as she ended with the assertion that Feminism was the most interesting thing[Pg 67] that had come into the Race Conscienceness since humanity began to stand on its hind legs—”gosh, I take off my hat to you!” His admiration was not so much for the thing she was trying to do, as for the fact that she was trying! She was doing something—anything!—instead of sitting around, like most people, in observant and disapproving idleness. He forgot her snub about his shells; his eyes were ardent with admiring assent to everything she said. “You are the limit!” he said, earnestly.”Of course, Youth makes Age uncomfortable,” she would concede. “New wine is very hard on old bottles! But if the bottles burst, it isn’t the fault of the wine, it is the fault of the bottles—for having been empty!” The significance of those last words was quite lost on Miss Mary.”Dinner’s ready, Miss Freddy.”The sense of her youth came over him in a pang of loneliness, and with it, curiously enough, an impulse of flight, which made him say, abruptly: “I shall probably go abroad in January. Can I trust you not to advertise yourself into bankruptcy before I get back?”Then came something about suffrage, ending with a ribald suggestion that the suffragists should get a Filipino candidate—”He wouldn’t cost so much as the chief of bosses, Mr. Smith; a Moro will root for ‘votes for women’ if you promise him a bottle of whisky.” christian louboutin slippers [Pg 143]”No, only in cost,” her daughter said; then saw the color mount into her mother’s face, and gritted her teeth. (“I needn’t have said that—but it’s true! Darn it, I am like him!”) After that she tried to think of something pleasant to say, but what was there to talk about?—only the waitress, and the heat, and the barber’s dirty children. Indeed, it would have been difficult to decide which found that visit to the bungalow the most trying, the mother or the daughter. Certainly it was a relief to both of them when it was over.”Hush-sh!” Mrs. Payton cautioned her.Don’t tell!Wind in the branches.Appareled like the spring,”—The tears were in his eyes and his face was as white as[Pg 269] Laura’s. Behind him, Arthur Weston looked grimly over his head at Frederica.He was silent. “Rather hard,” she said, mischievously, “to have to offer myself tw—”