"You give me leave to talk to her--as I wish?"
"Yes. But--what about Mrs. Heron? Is she----"
"Oh, later, I must tell her. To-night I want it to rest between ourselves. But, O"Reilly, I can"t go on with my wife and that fellow, Hammersley-Fisher, to the Sands"--after this! What am I to do? Think for me. I can think only--of one thing."
"When I"ve introduced you to my wife" (each time O"Reilly spoke those two words it was with tenderness and pride) "I"ll go back to Hammersley-Fisher"s car and suggest that he take Mrs. Heron on, while we follow later, if you like."
"For heaven"s sake, do."
They had reached the gray limousine. Justin opened the door. "Clo, here is my old friend, John Heron, come to see you," he announced.
"Clo! Her name"s not "Clodagh," is it?" the question leapt from Heron"s lips.
"It was one of my mother"s names, Mr. Heron."
"And your voice is her voice!" he exclaimed. "Your face is her face." He had not meant to begin in this way; but the moment was too big for him when Clo switched on an electric lamp, and the light framed her in silver. Justin silently moved away, leaving the two to make acquaintance as Fate led.
Next morning the newspapers all over the country were head-lined with a new sensation. Mrs. John Heron, of California, had arrived rather late, on account of an accident to the car of Mr. Hammersley-Fisher, who had been entertaining the Herons at Narragansett. Mr. Heron, owing to indisposition, had remained behind, and only the lady"s host had accompanied her to the ball. At the moment of their entrance a dance, given by several famous Russian professionals, was nearly ended. An extra dancer had accompanied the party as an understudy of one of its members who feared a breakdown. Not being called upon to dance, he had taken up his station near the door, and must have known Mrs. John Heron by sight, though not her husband. When she came in, accompanied by Hammersley-Fisher, he shot the latter through the breast, calling out in English: "Take that, John Heron, for your sins against the Comrades!"
Unfortunately the Russian--or pretended Russian--was allowed to escape in the confusion, but the police had hopes of getting upon his track.
Mr. Hammersley-Fisher was seriously, but not fatally, injured. All the guests of Mr. and Mrs. Sands, with the exception of four, had left, that the house might be kept quiet for the invalid.
The four who remained were Mr. and Mrs. John Heron, Justin O"Reilly, and Justin O"Reilly"s wife.
THE END
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