Detective and mystery stories; Insurance fraud -- Fiction
Out came her arms with a circular swing, and struck him fair across
the eyes. "Jim doesn't know; Jim must never know."
He was almost blinded, but persisted. "Leah, something must be done."
Her voice sank, and with it her rage. "Something must be done," said
she, faintly--"something shall be done, and--soon."
"What do you mean?" he asked, half under his breath, and half catching
at her intention.
She took no notice. "Sit down, please!" said Leah, quietly, and Kaimes
obeyed, since to summon assistance would only be to precipitate a
still more dreadful scene. The Duchess looked into the mirror and
arranged her hair; also she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, and
smoothed her wrist-cuffs. When she did speak it was in the smooth
voice of a society hostess asking a visitor if he took sugar in his
tea. "I have made a fool of myself, Lionel. But you must admit that I
am rather severely tried just now."
"Oh, you poor soul!" His tone and look were pitiful.
"Reserve your sympathy till you hear what I have to say. But first
tell me honestly, can Christ cure me?"
"Yes--if it is His Will."
"Then let Him."
"You must have Faith."
"Faith in what?"
"In His power and Will to heal."
"How can I believe, when I do not believe?"
"He died for you on the Cross."
"He did not. That was purely a political matter because the Jews
feared the Romans. I have read Strauss; I have read Renan; the four
Gospels also: you can't puzzle me. He was a good man, a very good
man--quite a saint, if you will. But--the Son of God?" She shook her
head with a hard frown of disbelief.
Lionel was at his wit's end. "Then you cannot be cured?"
"No"; she looked at him steadily, an awful smile curving the corners
of her mouth. "I thought you would fail me at the last."
"But how can I----?"
"You can't, so there's no more to be said." She sat down with a little
sigh. "Dear me, how very hot this room is! Would you mind opening the
window?"
Kaimes did not move. "Leah, go to bed, and let me send for one of
those doctors you consulted."
"Useless! useless!" She waved him aside calmly. "They have spoken. I
know the worst; I am prepared to face the worst. Are you? Hold your
tongue," she added peremptorily, as he opened his mouth. "Listen!"
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