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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"Green Fancy"

You saw what happened
yesterday. I am distracted. I do not know how to arrange a meeting so
that I may explain my unhappy position to you."
"I will ask the authorities to step in and--"
"No! You are to do nothing of the kind. The authorities would never
find me if they came here to search." (It was hard for him to smile at
that!) "It must be some other way. If I could steal out of the house,
--but that is impossible," she broke off with a catch in her voice.
"Suppose that I were to steal INTO the house," he said, a reckless
light in his eyes.
"Oh, you could never succeed!"
"Well, I could try, couldn't I?" There was nothing funny in the remark
but they both leaned back and laughed heartily. "Leave it to me. I
once got into and out of a Morrocan harem,--but that story may wait.
Tell me, where--"
"The place is guarded day and night. The stealthiest burglar in the
world could not come within a stone's throw of the house."
"By Jove! Those two men night before last were trying to--" He said no
more, but turned his head so that the others could not see the hard
look that settled in his eyes. "If it's as bad as all that, we cannot
afford to make any slips. You think you are in no immediate peril?"
"I am in no peril at all unless I bring it upon myself," she said,
significantly.


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