At last her eye wandered across the room. She caught sight of her own picture, occupying a place of honor—but hanging askew.
"Isn't that just like a man!" she exclaimed laughingly. "Such housekeepers as you are—such carelessness!"
She had taken a step or two across the room to straighten the picture.
"Miss Dodge!" almost shouted Kennedy, his face fairly blanched, "Stop!"
She turned, her stunning eyes filled with amazement at his suddenness. Nevertheless she moved quickly to one side, as he waved his arms, unable to speak quickly enough.
Kennedy stood quite still, gazing at the picture, askew, with suspicion.
"That wasn't that way when we left, was it, Walter?" he asked.
"It certainly was not," I answered positively, "There was more time spent in getting that picture just right than I ever saw you spend on all the rest of the room."
Craig frowned.
As for myself, I did not know what to make of it.