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"That's so," said Molly, meditatively, "but it seems horrible----"
Morse interrupted her with a sarcastic laugh.
"That's what Theodore would think, and more, too, if he thought any one was going to harm a hair of the child's head."
Molly flamed red.
"To save her, he might even marry her," Morse went on relentlessly.
Molly gestured negatively.
"He wouldn't. He couldn't!" she cried stormily. She had never permitted herself to face such a catastrophe save when she was angry.
Jordan Morse contemplated his wife a short s.p.a.ce of time.
"I can't understand your falling in love with a man who hasn't breathed a word of affection for you," he said tentatively.
Molly showed him an angry face.
"You're not a woman, so you can't judge," she replied.
"Thank G.o.d for that!" retorted Morse.
"We wouldn't have had any of this trouble," he continued, at length, "if you'd let me know about the boy. There's no excuse for you, absolutely none. You know very well I would have come back."
All the softness in the woman turned to hardness.
"How many times," she flamed, "must I tell you I was too angry to write or beg you to come, Jordan?... I've told you over and over."
"And with all you say, I can't understand it. Are you going to impart your precious past to Theodore?"
"No," replied Molly, setting her lips.
Presently Morse laughed provokingly.
"How you women do count your chickens before they're hatched! Where did you get the idea Theodore was going to ask you to marry him?"
"I'll make him," breathed Molly, with confidence.
"Well, go ahead," bantered Morse. "All I ask for releasing you is that you'll help me rid myself of my beautiful niece, Virginia, at the same time ridding yourself, my lady, and give me my boy when we find him."
His tones in the first part of the speech were mocking, but Molly noted when he said "boy" his voice softened. She looked at him wonderingly. What a strange mixture of good and evil he was! When he got up to leave, she was not sorry. She watched him stride away with a deep sigh of relief.
She was still sitting in the summer house when Theodore King swung his motor through the gate and drew up before the porch. He jumped out, wiped his face, saw Molly, and smiled.
"Well, it's cool here," he said, walking toward her.
"Yes," said Molly. "Come and sit down a minute."
Theodore looked doubtfully at the house.
"I really ought to do some writing, but I'll sit a while if you like.
I pa.s.sed Jordan on the way home."
Molly nodded, and Theodore quizzed her with laughing eyes.
"Isn't he coming pretty often?" he asked. "Jordan's got prospects, Molly! If his niece isn't found, you know, he'll have a fortune....
Better set your cap for him."
Molly blushed under his words, trying not to show her resentment. Was Theodore a perfect fool? Couldn't he see she desired no one but himself, and him alone?
"Jordan doesn't care for me that way," she observed with dignity, "and I don't care for him."
Theodore flicked an ash from his cigar.
"I think you're mistaken, Molly--I mean as far as he is concerned."
"I'm not! Of course, I'm not! Oh, Theodore, I've been wanting to ask you something for a long time. I do want to go back home for a day....
Would you take me?"
Theodore eyed her through wreaths of blue smoke.
"Well, I might," he hesitated, "but hadn't you better ask Jordan? I'm afraid he wouldn't like me----"
Molly got up so quickly that Theodore, surprised, got up too.
"I don't want Jordan, and I do want you," she said emphatically. "Of course if you don't care to go----"
"On the contrary," interrupted Theodore, good-naturedly, "I would really like it.... Yes, I'll go all right.... I have a reason for going."
Molly's whole demeanor changed. She gave a musical laugh. He could have but one reason, and she felt she knew that reason! What a handsome dear he was, and how she loved the whole bigness of him!
As she turned to walk away, Theodore fell in at her side, suiting his steps to hers.
"Mind you, Molly, any day you say but Sat.u.r.day."
"Why not Sat.u.r.day?" asked Molly, pouting. "I might want you then!"
Unsuspecting, Mr. King explained.
"The fact is, Sat.u.r.day I've planned to go on the hill. You remember Grandoken's niece? I want to find out how she's progressing in her music."
If Theodore had been watching Molly's face, he would have noted how its expression changed darkly. But, humming a tune, he went into the house unconcernedly, and Molly recognized the rhythm as one Jinnie had played that night long ago with Peg Grandoken's lace curtains draped about her.
Jinnie's youth, her bright blue eyes, her wonderful talent, Molly hated, and hated cordially. Then she decided Theodore should go with her Sat.u.r.day.
That evening when Jordan Morse came in, Molly told him she would help him in any scheme to get Jinnie away from Bellaire.