‘When I lived there in the old days--while you were there, perhaps,
though I won’t be sure,’ Mabel went on, ‘the story got abroad that it
was haunted. Wasn’t it odd? A less likely place for a ghost I’ve never
seen. Why, it had no atmosphere at all.’ She said this to Frances,
glancing up at me with a smile that apparently had no hidden meaning.
‘Did _you_ notice anything queer about it when you were there?’
This was plainly addressed to me.
‘I found it--er--difficult to settle down to anything,’ I said, after
an instant’s hesitation. ‘I couldn’t work there----’
‘But I thought you wrote that wonderful book on the Deaf and Blind
while you stayed with me,’ she asked innocently.
I stammered a little. ‘Oh no, not then. I only made a few notes--er--at
The Towers. My mind, oddly enough, refused to produce at all down
there. But--why do you ask? Did anything--was anything _supposed_ to
happen there?’
She looked searchingly into my eyes a moment before she answered:
‘Not that I know of,’ she said simply.
A DESCENT INTO EGYPT
I
He was an accomplished, versatile man whom some called brilliant.
Behind his talents lay a wealth of material that right selection could
have lifted into genuine distinction. He did too many things, however,
to excel in one, for a restless curiosity kept him ever on the move.
George Isley was an able man. His short career in diplomacy proved it;
yet, when he abandoned this for travel and exploration, no one thought
it a pity. He would do big things in any line. He was merely finding
himself.
Among the rolling stones of humanity a few acquire moss of considerable
value. They are not necessarily shiftless; they travel light; the
comfortable pockets in the game of life that attract the majority are
too small to retain them; they are in and out again in a moment. The
world says, ‘What a pity! They stick to nothing!’ but the fact is
that, like questing wild birds, they seek the nest they need. It is a
question of values. They judge swiftly, change their line of flight,
are gone, not even hearing the comment that they might have ‘retired
with a pension.’
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