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The Girl With One Dress
Romance -iMystery =This New Story By the Popular English Novelist
A. M. WILLIAMSON
(Synopsis of First Instalment on Page 100)
Chapter Three
FOR a long moment the woman and the girl stood looking into each other's eyes. Irma Rimaldi was slowly making up her mind what to do. Or else she had made it up already, and merely wished Jolette Jeffreys Lo be impressed with the slow process of her decision. Staring at the pale face of the girl, at last she allowed her own dark face to soften.
"I'm sorry for you — if you've told me the truth," she said. "And I more than half believe you have, tho I dont too easily believe people. But every bit of evidence here is against you. Remember that."
Jolette did not speak. She could not. A shiver ran thru her. More than ever did she feel that for her Irma Rimaldi was Fate incarnate !
"I have no wish to injure you !" Irma went on. "Why should I? But I have to think of myself. You must see that, dont you ?"
"Yes," breathed Jolette. "I see "
"Wait for me here! I'll go and talk to Ito !" Irma suddenly exclaimed, as if speaking out of deep thought. "If he'll consent to keep your secret — not tell that you were in this house — if he'll make up a story about Oswald coming to the bungalow alone, and finding him fallen on the floor dead — after a fit — why, perhaps I can feel fairly safe in letting you go. But "
"Oh, I cant wait in this room — with him lying there — like that !" Jolette cried. "Take me with you. Or show
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"No, you must stop here," Irma insisted. And again it seemed to the girl that the woman looked cruel as a beautiful hawk. "Dont you understand, somebody must watch ? What if anyone should come thru that door and raise an alarm before we're ready? You can close the windows and the door if you like, but if I'm to try and help you, why, you must do exactly as I say."
Jolette shuddered, and yielded. She did not see how her remaining to "watch" in the room with the dead man could serve any purpose except self-torture. Could it be that Mrs. Downing, Irma Rimaldi, the writer of strange, exotic, sensational books, took pleasure in putting a girl thru such an ordeal? At all events, the whole future depended now upon this woman's good-will. Feeling as if she must die, Jolette stood motionless while Irma went out. At first, she thought that with those eyes staring up from the dead face she could not move about, closing the door and windows as she had been advised to do. The eyes might follow her ! She would feel the icy dagger of that stare, piercing her back
'Go away, Miss Jeffreys Robinson, and send for your clothes in the morning, with the money for this week's board"
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