Finally he excused himself reluctantly for it
was now late, even for a lawyer, to get to his office.
As he hurried over to the subway, Elaine nodded to the porters in
the taxicab, "Take that stuff in the house. We'll have to send it
by the next boat."
Then she followed Aunt Josephine while the porters unloaded the
boxes and bags.
Elaine sighed moodily as she walked slowly in.
"Here, Marie," she cried petulantly to her maid, "take these wraps
of mine."
Marie ventured no remark, but, like a good servant, took them.
A moment later Aunt Josephine left her and Elaine went into the
library and over to a table. She stood there an instant, then sank
down into a chair, taking up Kennedy's picture and gazing at it
with eyes filled by tears.
Just then Jennings came into the room, ushering the two porters
laden with the boxes and bags.
"Where shall I have them put these things, Miss Elaine?" he
inquired.
"Oh--anywhere," she answered hurriedly, replacing the picture.
Jennings paused. As he did so, one of the porters limped forward.
"I've a message for you, Miss," he said in a rich Irish brogue,
with a look at Jennings, "to be delivered in private."
Elaine glanced at him surprised. Then she nodded to Jennings who
disappeared. As he did so, the Irishman limped to the door and
drew together the portieres.
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