I am quite well and very happy. Hope you are the same. By the way,
have you made that visit to Washington?
Your loving son,
COURTNEY.
P.S.--I am still looking for the little parcel I asked you to send
me. Have you forgotten to attend to it?
C.
As Alix and her friends went out to the automobile, the big police
dog trotted beside Addison Blythe, looking up into his face with
pleased and friendly eyes. He allowed the man to stroke his head
and rumple the thick fur on his back.
"He likes you, Addison," said Alix, a serious little frown in her
eyes. "I can't understand his not liking Courtney Thane. His hair
fairly bristles and he growls like a bear every time he sees him.
Isn't it odd?"
Blythe looked up quickly. It was on the tip of his tongue to say
something tactless. What he did say was this:
"Can you blame the poor dog for being jealous?"
CHAPTER XIII
THE OLD INDIAN TRAIL
Courtney delayed. A certain aloofness on Alix's part caused him to
hesitate. Something in her manner following upon the visit of the
Blythes invited speculation. She was as pleasant as ever, yet he
sensed a subtle change that warned him of defeat if he attempted
to storm the citadel. His confidence was slightly shaken,--but not
his resolve.
"She's been different ever since those infernal Blythes were
here," he reflected aloud, scowling as he watched her pass in the
car several days after the departure of her guests.
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