"
"Guy Oleander, you lie!"
The voice rang silver-sweet, clear as a bugle-blast, through the room.
All sprung to their feet.
"Ah-h-h-h-h!"
The wordless cry of affright came from Mrs. Carl Walraven. Dr. Oleander
stood paralyzed, his eyes starting from their sockets, his face like the
face of a dead man.
And there in the door-way, like a picture in a frame, like a Saxon
pythoness, her golden hair falling theatrically loose, her arm upraised,
her face pale, her eyes flashing, stood Mollie.
CHAPTER XXIV.
MOLLIE'S TRIUMPH.
The tableau was magnificent.
There was a dead pause of unutterable consternation. All stood rooted to
the spot with staring eyes and open mouths. Before the first electric
charge had subsided, Mollie Dane advanced and walked straight up to the
confounded doctor, confronting him with eyes that literally blazed.
"Liar! traitor! coward! Whose turn is it now?"
Dr. Oleander fairly gasped for breath. The awful suddenness of the blow
stunned him. He could not speak--he made the attempt, but his white lips
failed him.
Pages:
329
330
331
332
333
334
335
336
337
338
339
340
341
342
343
344
345
346
347
348
349
350
351
352
353