Detective and mystery stories, English; Murder -- Fiction; Nobility -- Fiction; Suburbs -- England -- London -- Fiction
"Alicia," he said earnestly, "don’t you wonder at me—and aren’t you
sorry for me struck dumb by your nearness? There was a man in Texas
City once, who told me my bumps; and he said my two principal
characteristics were modesty and courage, and said that I suffered from
having too poor an opinion of myself. I have tried to get over that
latter fault," he said bravely. "People pointed out the difficulty of
reducing the modesty bump owing to the mystery of its location. Hank
said, he guessed it was like one of those disappearing islands, that bob
up and down in the Western Pacific, and every time I hit Modesty Hill,
he made a careful survey and found I’d struck into Mount Nerve or Vanity
Point. In the end he guessed the phrenologist was pulling my leg, and
that one of the fellows had put him up to it. But I rather thought he
was genuine, and the modesty bump he had located, was one I got through
being thrown from a bronco when showing off before some girls in Texas.
Now my respect for the phrenologist has gone up points. I feel—I feel
like a little tame cat."
She let him find his way out, as best he could.
"This is the first time you and I have been alone," he said desperately,
"and—and——"
"Go on," she said calmly.
It was a terrible experience for the Duke. He felt his grasp upon the
situation slipping: he summoned his courage. They were in the deserted
conservatory, which was twelve feet by eight feet and open to the gaze
of the world on three sides.
"Have you seen my Japanese ferns?" he asked recklessly.
Now here is a curious problem that I present to the reader, whose
greater knowledge of worldly affairs may help him to a solution. As the
Duke spoke he indicated the screened side of the conservatory, which was
as innocent of Japanese ferns as indeed of any forms of growth vegetable
or horticultural as the dome of St. Paul’s. Unless she imagined that
the ferns might be discoverable in a microscopic crack in the wall it is
difficult to understand why she replied, "I should like to see them,"
and walked innocently towards the screened corner. Then suddenly the
Duke’s arms were about her and his lips laid on hers.
She freed herself gently and raised her shining eyes to his.
"I didn’t know you were going to do that," she said, but she made no
inquiries about the Japanese ferns.
XI
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