She was taking the inventory she had been told to take. She was
deciding, as instantly as Linda had done, that she liked this
man. Years, appearance, everything about him appealed to Katy as
being exactly right for Marian; and her cunning Irish mind was
leaping and flying and tugging at the leash that thirty years of
conventions had bound upon her.
"Sure," she repeated, "the wildest santana that ever roared over
us just caught that screen and landed it slam against the side of
the garage, and it set inside for three days till I could get a
workman to go up the outside and put it back. It had been out
two days before the night Marian was here."
"Did Miss Linda know about it?" asked Snow.
"Not that I know of," said Katy. "She is a schoolgirl, you know,
off early in the morning, back and up to her room, the busiest
youngster the valley knows; and coin' a dale of good she is, too.
It was Miss Eileen that heard the screen ripped out and told me
it was gone. She's the one who looked after the housekapin' and
paid the bills. She knew all about it. If 'twould be helpin'
Miss Marian any about findin' them plans we've ransacked the
premises for, I couldn't see any reason why Miss Eileen wouldn't
tell ye the same as I'm tellin' ye, and her housekapin' accounts
and her cheque book would show she paid the carpenter, if it's
legal business you're wantin'."
"Thank you, Katy," said Mr. Snow. "I hope nothing of that kind
will occur.
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