Her hands interested him particularly.
They were long, slender and supple; and she had a pretty way of folding
them upon her knees that charmed him.
"I didn't know, Miss Claiborne, that I was going to lose my mind that
morning at the bungalow or I should have asked your brother to conduct
you to the conservatory while I fainted. From what they told me I must
have been a little light-headed for a day or two. If I had been in my
right mind I shouldn't have let Captain Dick mix up in my business and
run the risk of getting killed in a nasty little row. Dear old Dick! I
made a mess of that whole business; I ought to have telegraphed for the
Storm Springs constable in the beginning, and told him that if he wasn't
careful the noble house of Schomburg would totter and fall."
"Yes; and just imagine the effect on our constable of telling him that
the fate of an empire lay in his hands. It's hard enough to get a man
arrested who beats his horse. But you must go back to your keepers. You
haven't your hat--"
"Neither have you; you shan't outdo me in recklessness. I inspected your
hat as I came through the pergola.
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