She saw Miss La Rue drop the
match, then open her valise and go through it, swiftly. She found
nothing, and turned to the wash-stand drawer. The latter was empty,
and was instantly closed again, the girl staring about the room, as
though at her wit's end. Suddenly she disappeared along the edge of
the bed, beyond the radius of the crack in the door. What was it she
was doing? Searching the bed, no doubt; seeking something hidden
beneath the pillow, or mattress.
Whatever her purpose, she was gone scarcely a moment, gliding silently
back to the chair beside the window, with watchful eyes again fixed on
the closed door. Miss Donovan smiled, and straightened up, well
satisfied with her ruse. It had served to demonstrate that the
ex-chorus-girl was far from being as calmly indifferent as she had
assumed and it had made equally evident the fact that her visit had an
object--the discovery of why Miss Donovan was in Haskell. Doubtless
she had made the call at Enright's suggestion. Very well, the lady was
quite welcome to all the information obtained.
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