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— he see you?” Jim asked.
“He had his back to me and the
hail door was closed and he was
calling the hospital and when he’d
hung up the receiver he acted so
funny that I thought I'd better see
what he was going to do because
he’s our guest,” she finished virtu
ously.
“What do you mean by ‘funny’?”
her father demanded.
“Well, he sort of looked around
as though he was afraid somebody
was watching him," she went on,
“and he walked fast but sort of
easy like a cat does. So I went to
his room in the guest wing but he
had closed the door and—”
“You looked .through the key
hole,” Jim suggested.
“I didn’t either.” Susan’s expres
sion was offended. “I just listened.
I heard him pulling out bureau
drawers and—”
“No fibbing, Sue,” Jim said stern
ly. “Tell the truth."
Susan looked down at her san
dals.
“Well, I did look just once
through the key - hole,” she con
fessed. “And he was packing his
bags. Where do you suppose he’s
going?” she asked in an interested
voice. “Do you suppose he just got
tired of it here? Or do you sup
pose—?” Her eyes widened. She
breathed excitedly. “Do you sup
pose he was the one who took Ceci
ly’s car and hurt the girl?”
Susan’s questions received no re
plies.
“I’d like to call the hospital,” Jim
said.
Mr. Vaughn rose, paced back and
forth across the bricked veranda.
“I was about to suggest that,” he
said. Susan looked from Jim to
her father, her eyes round with in
terest and excitement.
Jim called the hospital over the
telephone in the lower hall. When
he returned to the veranda, Susan
had been banished. Mr. Vaughn
was alone.
“Well?” he asked, wheeling about
as Jim entered.
“Dolly has regained conscious
ness,” Jim reported “I talked to
her nurse. It is a concussion and
not a fracture as they feared at
first. Her condition is greatly im
proved.”
“That’s encouraging. This Jere
my Clyde, Jim—?” Mr. Vaughn’s
expression was grave and con
cerned. “Are you certain?”
“Fairly so, although I have no
definite proof.”
“Hadn’t I better go up with Ceci
ly? I don’t like the idea of—”
“She wanted to talk to him
alone,” Jim said gently. “I think
she has been expecting this. I was
sure, this morning, that she knew.
I’ve been waiting for a chance to
talk to you. I couldn't when she
was here.”
“Poor childl” Mr. Vaughn sighed.
“This is going to be difficult for her.
Why did you suspect Clyde, Jim?”
Anger flared through his weakening
self - control. “Cowardly young
bounderl I’d like to wring his
neck!”
Jim detailed to Mr. Vaughn the
steps which had led him to suspect
Jeremy, of being sure at first that
Tommy had taken the car, of his
talk with Tommy, of the question
which had brought the look of fear
into Jeremy's eyes. He related the
, events of the day preceding the
night of the accident, mentioning
Jeremy’s quarrel with Cecily as Su
san had reported it, the party at
“Do You Suppose He Was the
One Who Took Cecily’s Car
and Hurt the Girl?”
the Pattons’. He spoke of Dolly and
the hints she had given him of her
acquaintance with Jeremy. With
painstaking care he fitted the frag
ments together into a complete and
convincing blue-print of the entire
situation.
As Jim talked, Mr Vaughn con
tinued to pace back and forth across
the veranda, letting his cigar go
out, lighting it again, asking a ques
tion now and then, making a com
ment, weighing and appraising the
evidence Jim presented. And as
he talked, Jim listened, without be
ing conscious of doing so, for Cec
ily’s returning footsteps, for sounds
from the distant guest wing, for
some hint or indication of what
was taking place upstairs.
Art interval of considerable length
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elapsed before Cecily returned to
the veranda. Mr. Vaughn, becom
ing increasingly anxious, went over
the situation again and again. At
times his anger, exaggerated by
weariness and anxiety, broke the
restraining bonds of control; at
times, anger was lost in tenderness
for Cecily, in forgiving affection, in
helpless compassion for her humil
iation and grief.
“I’d give anything to have spared
her this,” he said. “She was really
in love with the boy. You’re her
contemporary, Jim. You’re closer to
her than I am. I feel so helpless, so
remote. What can I do to help
her?”
Jim knew that Mr. Vaughn nei
ther expected nor wanted a reply.
He sat in the willow chair, silent
for the most part, now that he had
concluded his story, listening, wait
ing for Cecily to return. He felt a
bond of sympathy with Mr. Vaughn.
They both loved Cecily and wanted
to help het There was nothing that
they could do.
When she returned to the ve
randa, Mr. Vaughn stopped pacing,
Jim sprang up from his chair. For
an instant a strained hushed silence
filled the atmosphere.
Cecily broke the silence.
“Jerry is in his room,” she said
quietly. “You can talk to him now,
Father—if you think you must, if
there’s anything left to be said.”
“Has he confessed?” Mr. Vaughn
asked sharply.
“Oh, don’t use dramatic words.”
Cecily was weary and white but re
assuringly composed. “Jerry has
told me everything—if that’s what
you mean."
“Sit down, Cecily,” Jim said gen
tly. “You’re terribly tired.”
She lay in the long chair, her
/Ingers loosely linked against the
dull green of her frock. “I want
you to know this, Jim,” she said
looking up at him steadily. “Noth
ing that happened was premeditat
ed. When Jerry called you that
night, he had no other motive than
to get help for Dolly at once. The
thought of letting you take the
blame came later when he realized
that you did not recognize his voice,
that you had no idea who had
knocked at the door.”
“I was fairly certain of that,”
Jim said. “If I hadn’t been half
asleep—”
She nodded. Her eyes turned
from Jim to her father. “Jerry
isn’t vicious,” she said. “He's
merely weak. How do you know,
Jim, what you would have done if
you’d been in danger of losing ev
erything that you thought was im
portant and you’d seen a chance to
prevent it? How do you know?"
“I don’t know,” Jim said.
“There is such a thing as integ
rity,” Mr. Vaughn said soberly.
“The quality inside oneself that
makes one do the decent thing what
ever the circumstances.”
Cecily sighed. “Jerry hasn’t
that,” she said slowly. “I think
I’ve always known that something
was lacking, except just at first. If
he hadn’t run away, it would have
been different. I could have forgiv
en him for taking the car, for con
soling himself with the Quinn girl.
But to hide, to leave her hurt and
alone in the road, to let Jim take
the blame—" A tremor ran through
her, shaking her composure.
“Will you tell me,” Mr. Vaughn
asked grimly, “how he thought he
could get away with it? Does he
think you—all of us—are morons?”
“I don’t know. Yes, I do.” Cec
ily’s face, white against the dark
upholstery of the chair, was reso
lute and controlled. “I can’t evade
any of this,” she said. “I’ve got
to make myself see it clearly. I
must not keep a shred of any ro
mantic illusion.” She drew a long
breath and went on. “Jerry
thought if Dolly should die, the truth
might never be known. There was
nothing against Jim stronger than
circumstantial evidence. He told
me he knew you could get Jim
cleared, Father. If Dolly died—
Well, she had gone with him will
ingly and anyone might have an
accident. Telling the truth wouldn’t
bring Dolly back. His reasoning
was all wrong, of course. But I
can see his side of it, too.”
“Was he running away?” Mr.
Vaughn asked, “When you went up
stairs?”
“No,” she replied. “He was on
the point of confessing. His first
impulse was to run away but he
knew he couldn’t, in broad daylight
with all of us here. You see he
had called the hospital. He knew
that Dolly had regained conscious
ness, that the hospital authorities
thought she was almost certain to
recover.”
“When did you suspect Jeremy?”
Jim asked. “Why did you think
of him, Cecily?”
"I think I suspected him a little
right from the first," she replied.
“He knew the Quinn girl and he
was awfully angry that night.”
“But I knew Dolly, too,” Jim
said. “You’d seen me with her at
Dutch’s. Why were you willing to
believe that I was telling the
truth?”
A faint tinge of color tinted Ceci
ly’s face. Her lashes curved down
against her cheeks, screening her
eyes.
“I knew,” she said softly. “I’ve
never felt that quality of integrity
Father speaks of lacking in you. I
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couldn’t not have believed you,
Jim.”
Jim’s eyes met Mr. Vaughn’s.
Again he saw', breaking through the
anxiety which darkened Mr.
Vaughn’s face that half grave, half
smiling expression. He looked
away, a curious feeling of elation
stirring in his heart.
“I tried not to believe that Jerry
might have taken the car,” Cecily
went on, “but the thought kept com
ing back, even though I’d known he
was in bed before MacPherson and
I went to Chestertowm that night.
And then yesterday at the wedding,
Jerry acted so strangely. He drank
quantities of champagne punch
which wasn’t Itye him at all. Jerry
seldom drinks more than a cocktail
or two, or a glass of wine. Taking
care of himself is an obsession with
him. The punch exhilarated him to
an unusual degree. He tried to per
suade me to elope with him. I
think, now, that’s why he drank.”
“Did you consider the proposi
tion?” Mr. Vaughn asked, looking
at her intently.
“No,” she said simply. “I had
given you my word, hadn’t I, Fa
ther? When we got home,” she con
tinued, "I called the hospital. There
was something in Jeremy’s face, as
he stood beside me, waiting for me
to get the connection, that con
vinced me, a suddenly terrified ex
pression. I suppose all the punch
he’d taken had weakened his self
control. I slept scarcely at all last
night I knew.”
“You didn’t accuse him?" Mr.
Vaughn asked. “You didn’t ques
tion him even indirectly?”
“I was afraid,” she said. “I knew
that if he suspected that I knew he
would run away. I wanted to keep
him here until you came, Father.
I knew you could help him to get
out of this with some degree of
decency, so that it needn't ruin his
chances for a career.”
“You expect me to help him?”
Mr. Vaughn asked in startled
amazement.
“Don’t bluster, darling,” Cecily
said coaxingly. “Let me do the
talking now. Dolly is apparently
going to get well,” she continued
more gravely. There will be no
charge against Jerry other than
taking my car without permission
and driving too fast. He hadn’t
even been drinking. She went to
ride with him willingly. He told
me that he simply lost control of
the car in that narrow road. If you
will pay the girl’s hospital expenses
—I don’t see why we can’t get
Jerry out of this and let him join
the Cherry Hollow company as soon
as possible.”
“Cecily!” Mr. Vaughn said
despairingly. “Are you still in love
with the boy?”
A look of pain crossed her face.
There was pain in the depths of her
dark golden eyes.
“I never want to see him again,”
she said slowly, “but I do know that
I want you to help him. I want him
to have another chance.”
Mr. Vaughn moved restlessly in
his chair. “I don’t know what I
can do,” he said. “He doesn’t de
serve help or consideration."
“Forget him,” Cecily said. “Do
it for me.” She rose from her chair,
stood looking at her father, at Jim.
“The generosity of the victor to
the vanquished. It wes a sporting
proposition having Jerry here for a
visit.” A small crooked smile
touched her lips. "Gentlemen, you
win.”
“Where are you going?” Mr.
Vaughn asked as she took a step
toward the door.
“I’m going to take two of Miss
Parker's sleeping tablets and go to
bed,” she said. “And when I wake
up tomorrow or the day following,
I’m going in to the city and buy
some new fall clothes. And then—”
Her bravado seemed, for an instant,
on the point of deserting her. She
lifted her chin and again the smile,
poignant in its gallantry, touched
her lips. “And then,” she contin
ued, “I'm going to Hawaii and learn
to do a hula or help Jim run the
riding academy or—”
Her lips trembled. Tears glis
tened on her lashes. She went into
the house, almost running. Some
thing like a sob broke the stillness.
The door swung to with a briefly re
sounding slam. Cecily was gone.
“These modern youngsters,” Mr.
Vaughn said with a sort of rough
ness in his voice. “Bravery and
bravado.” He cleared his throat.
“Call Bradley for me, will you,
Jim? The generosity of the victor.
We’ll see what can be done.”
CHAPTER XV
Dolly's eyes, bluer than he had
remembered them under a tilted
white bandage, shining softly with
1 pleasure and surprise, were turned
toward the door as the nurse ad
mitted Jim.
"Hello!” she called gaily. "I
wasn’t expecting company. Pardon
me if the place is a mess. I've
been ironing all day.”
: “Hello, Dolly.” Jim stood beside
the high narrow bed looking down
i at her, gentleness in his eyes and
in his voice. She looked so small
> and so thin propped against the
■ smooth mound of pillows, so differ
ent from the Dolly he new, in an
■ expensive looking bed-jacket all
i lace and chiffon, with no make-up
• except a delicate touch of rouge,
different, younger—What was it?
> “They’ve cut off my hair,” she
' said, aware of his puzzled gaze.
“Look, you can see what color it
realty is. Sort of mouse-brown. Or
would you call it gray?”
“Brown,” Jim said. “I like it.
How are you?”
“Fine. They’re going to send me
home at the end of tte week. This
is Miss Penny, Jim—Mr. Fielding.”
Dolly smiled at the nurse. “She’s
been swell to me.”
Jim acknowledged the introduc
tion. The nurse, a rosy, healthy
looking young woman, looked at him
with interest and admiration.
“Dolly is our pet patient,” she
said, displaying large white teeth
in an amiable smile. “We'U be sor
ry to lose her.”
Dolly grimaced. “Apple - sauce,”
she said. But she looked pleased
and a little excited.
“I’ve brought you a present.” Jim
laid a square white florist’s box on
the bed.
“For me?” she cried. “Oh, Mis
ter Fielding, how thoughtful! But
when she had untied the loops of
silver ribbon and lifted the lid she
gave a little breathless gasp of
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pleasure. “Is it an orchid?” she
asked, lifting maidenhair fern, a
mauve and purple blossom streaked
with white and yellow from a nest
of crisp waxed paper.
“Os course it’s an orchid,” Miss
Penny said appreciatively. "Give it
to me, Dolly. “I’ll put it in a vase."
"No you won’t!” Dolly guarded
her treasure fiercely. “Pin it here.”
She touched the lace and chiffon at
her breast. “I’ve never had one be
fore. And fix the mirror so I can
see myself. This is probably the
last chance I’ll ever have to look
like Constance Bennett in bed.”
Jim smiled. He had known that
an orchid would please her more
than a wheel-barrow load of less
glamorous blooms. “You look like
a million gold dollars,” he said,
seating himself in a chair beside
the bed.
Miss Penny shook a finger at Dol
ly.
"Only 15 minutes," she said. "If
I let you get all tired out, Doctor
Donaldson will give me a scold
ing.”
"I think she’s in love with Doctor
Donaldson,” Dolly told Jim when
the nurse had gone out of the room.
She stopped admiring her reflection
in the mirror, turned her head to
look at Jim. “I didn’t know for a
long time,” she said shyly, "that it
was you who found me the night I
was hurt.”
"Don't talk about that, Dolly.”
"But I want to." She looked down I
at her fingers spread in thin fans j
against the counterpane. “Herb told
me all about it, that you’d been ar
rested. Were you really in jail?”
"I spent a night at the state troop
ers’ headquarters,” he said. “They
treated me very politely.”
“Miss Vaughn is—lovely, isn't
she?” Dolly said with apparent ir
relevance.
“Yes,” Jim replied.
“She brought me this.” Dolly
touched the folds of the jacket, a
soft rose pink, like a sunset cloud.
“I’ve never had anything so pretty.
Penny says the lace is real.”
“Cecily has exquisite taste.”
Dolly was silent for a moment.
Then she said, “I was so ashamed
when she came to see me.”
“Why, Dolly?”
“Because I’d hated her. That's
why I went driving with Jeremy
Clyde that night, because I thought
it would hurt her.”
“You hated her because of Jere
my?” Jim asked.
"Him! I should say not! I never
liked him at all.” She looked up at
Jim, looked away, her face flushing
under the tilted bandage. “Don’t
you know’,” she asked in a low
voice, “why I hated her, Jim?"
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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