WHERE OUR CLUB MET
sound made us all turn. Evelyn was just crumpling to the floor in a faint.
"Of course!" cries Dave. "It's our fault—to let her come down as weak as this! And then have this fool come in and frighten her!" He would have killed the man if he hadn't got out quick.
We carries her back to bed.
"Daddy," she says, when we were alone, "they are still after Mallory. They think he is well again—or never has been sick, or has lied or deserted. Once a spy, always a spy—or you are shot. And there's no tapestry to weave and unweave now! I thought it was all over! But it must be done again, I expect. You must help me, daddy, dear. I'm too sick to do it alone this time."
"The wedding will stop all that," I said.
"Ah, the wedding," she sighed. "Dave must know now. And, when he knows, do you think—there will be a wedding?"
"Why not?" says I.
"Why not? Would you marry me, daddy,
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