Part 58 (2/2)
Increasing excitement reddened Miss Sh.e.l.lington's cheeks.
”Oh, do you think they are going to leave them here with us?”
The deputy b.u.t.toned his coat and put on his hat.
”I'm sure I don't know; but I'd almost think so, or I wouldn't have got this order.” He tapped his breast-pocket and made as if to go; but he faced the other once more instead, with slightly rising color. ”You still have your doctor's orders, Miss, that n.o.body can take the boy away for sometime; so don't worry. And, Ma'm,” the red in his face deepened, ”you ain't prayed all these weeks for nothing. I ain't much on praying myself; but I've got a lot of faith in a pretty, good young lady when she does it. Goodby, Ma'm.”
As Ann bade the officer farewell, the relief from haunting fears and racking possibilities almost overcame her. She went back to Floyd, resolutely holding up under the strain. She told him that the stranger had gone; but that, as she had received no communication, she did not know the next steps that would be taken.
It was nearly nine o'clock when Ann tapped softly upon Fledra's door.
There had been no sign of life from the blue room that morning; for Miss Sh.e.l.lington had given orders that Fledra be allowed to sleep if she so wished. Now, however, she wanted the girl to come to the dining-room to welcome Flukey to his first meal at the table and to learn that the deputy had been withdrawn. When no voice answered her knock, Ann turned the handle of the door and peeped in. Fledra's bed was open, and looked as if its occupant had just got up. Miss Sh.e.l.lington pa.s.sed through to the bathroom, and called. She ran back hastily to the bed and put her hand upon it. The sheets were cold, while the pillow showed only a faint impression where Fledra's dark head had rested. Miss Sh.e.l.lington paused and glanced about, fright taking the place of expectancy on her face.
She hurried to the open window and looked out. Then she rushed to the kitchen and questioned the servants. None of them had seen Fledra, all were earnestly certain that the girl had not been about the house during the morning. Ann thought of Floyd, and for the nonce her fears were forced aside. In spite of her anxiety, she had a smile on her lips as she entered the breakfast-room and took her seat opposite the boy.
”We'll have to eat without Sister this morning,” she said gently to the convalescent. ”She's a tired little girl.”
”She'd be glad to see me here,” said Floyd wistfully. ”Sister Ann, what's the matter with Fledra?”
Miss Sh.e.l.lington would have given much to have been able to answer this question. Finally her alarm became so strong that she left her breakfast unfinished, and, unknown to Floyd, inst.i.tuted a systematic search for the girl. Many were the excuses she made to the waiting young brother as the day lengthened hour by hour. Again and again he demanded that Fledra be brought to him. At length the parrying of his questions by Miss Sh.e.l.lington aroused his suspicions, so that he grew nervous and fretful. Five o'clock came, and yet no tidings of the girl. Ann's anxiety had now become distraction; for her brother's absence threw upon her shoulders the responsibility of the girl's disappearance, and the care of Floyd should he suffer a relapse. Her perturbation became so unbearable that she put her pride from her, and sought the aid of Everett Brimbecomb.
She called him on the telephone, and, when his voice answered her clearly over the wire, she felt again all her old desire to be with him; her agitation and uncertainty increased her longing.
”Everett, I'm in dreadful trouble. Can't you come over a moment?”
”Of course, dear girl. I'll come right away.”
Not many minutes later Ann herself ushered Everett into the drawing-room, where she had spent such happy hours with him. But, when they were alone, her distrust of him once more took possession of her, and she looked sharply at him as she asked:
”Everett, do you know where Fledra has gone?”
”Who? Fledra Vandecar?” His taunt was untimely, and his daring smile changed her distrust to repulsion.
”No; you know whom I mean--Fledra Cronk. She's, not here. Horace has gone away for a few days, and I'm wild with anxiety. Will you help me find her, Everett? She must be here with us until it is decided which way the matter will go.”
They had been standing apart; but the girl's words drew him closer, and he took her hand in his. He had truly missed her, and was glad to be in her confidence once more.
”Ann, you've never been frank with me in this matter; but I'm going to return good for evil. I really don't know where the girl is; still, anything I can do I will. But I do know that her father has seen her; for he told me about it. It was--”
Ann cut him off with a sharp cry:
”But he's seen her only the once, Everett--only that one afternoon when he first came.”
This time Everett answered with heart-rending deliberateness:
”You're mistaken, Ann. Your paragon got out of the window when you were all asleep,” Ann's sudden pallor disturbed the lawyer only an instant, and, not heeding her clutch on his arm or a pained e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n from her, he proceeded, ”and went to her father. He told me this. Ann, don't be stupid. Don't totter that way. Sit down, here, child. No, don't push me away.... Well, as you please!”
”Oh, you seem so heartless about it,” gasped Ann, ”when you know how Horace loves her!”
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