"No, I couldn't; and for a very queer reason," replied the Imp darkly.
"Oh, for gracious sake, don't begin to tease!" cried Sue impatiently, suspecting that the Imp was up to one of her usual tricks. "Things have been so exciting, and you've been such a dear, that I hate to have you spoil it by beginning that 'mysterious' business."
"But it was mysterious," argued the Imp, "and you'd have seen it for yourself, if you'd only had your eyes about you."
"Well, what was it?" sighed Sue. "I'm afraid you're making a whole lot out of nothing."
"I'm not!" cried the Imp. "And I'll prove it this minute. I couldn't see those two other pictures because—they both had a heavy, dark silk covering of some kind stretched completely over them, frames and all! Now will you believe me?"
At this curious bit of information even doubting Sue had to admit that the Imp was right.
CHAPTER VI IN MONSIEUR'S ROOM
March 8, 1914. I thought the last entries in this journal were pretty exciting, with two accidents to tell about, but they were just nothing to what's been happening since. My arm is all right again; no trouble at all, except for a slight stiffness. So that's all about that. But Louis!