Walraven,
be good enough to take yourself off at once. I don't want eavesdroppers."
And having thus paid his elegant lady-wife back in her own coin, Mr.
Walraven stalked into the library like a sulky lion, banged the door and
locked it.
Mrs. Carl stood a moment in petrified silence in the hall, then sailed
in majestic displeasure out of the house, into the waiting carriage, and
was whirled away to the Academy.
"Turn and turn about. Mr. Carl Walraven," she said, between set, white
teeth. "My turn next! I'll ferret out your guilty secrets before long,
as sure as my name is Blanche!"
Mr. Walraven faced Miriam in the library with folded arms and fiery
eyes, goaded to recklessness, a panther at bay.
"Well, you she-devil, what do you want?"
"Mary Dane."
"Find her, then!" said Carl Walraven, fiercely. "I know nothing about
her."
The woman looked at him long and keenly. The change in him evidently
puzzled her.
"You sing a new song lately," she said with deliberation. "Do you want
me to think you are out of my power?"
"Think what you please, and be hanged to you!" howled Mr.
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