"What is the trouble, do you think?" asked Elaine wonderingly,
noticing his manner.
"I--I can't just say," answered Craig, trying to appear easy.
She had risen and with keen interest was looking at the books, the
pictures, the queer collection of weapons and odds and ends from
the underworld that Craig had amassed in his adventures.
At last her eye wandered across the room. She caught sight of her
own picture, occupying a place of honor--but hanging askew.
"Isn't that just like a man!" she exclaimed laughingly. "Such
housekeepers as you are--such carelessness!"
She had taken a step or two across the room to straighten the
picture.
"Miss Dodge!" almost shouted Kennedy, his face fairly blanched,
"Stop!"
She turned, her stunning eyes filled with amazement at his
suddenness. Nevertheless she moved quickly to one side, as he
waved his arms, unable to speak quickly enough.
Kennedy stood quite still, gazing at the picture, askew, with
suspicion.
"That wasn't that way when we left, was it, Walter?" he asked.
"It certainly was not," I answered positively, "There was more
time spent in getting that picture just right than I ever saw you
spend on all the rest of the room."
Craig frowned.
As for myself, I did not know what to make of it.
"I'm afraid I shall have to ask you to step into this back room,"
said Craig at length to the ladies.
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