While within the room he had just left, Loseis scowled at her offending hand, and rubbed it violently on her skirt.
CHAPTER VII
THE CLOVEN HOOF
Next morning before Loseis had breakfasted, Gault was back at the Women’s House, knocking deprecatingly at the door.
“I’m sorry to disturb you so early,” he said, “but I forgot something last night; and I’m holding my messenger now until I can get it from you.”
“What is that?” asked Loseis.
“May I come in?” he said smiling.
Loseis led the way into her room.
Gault had several sheets of paper in his hand. “If, as I suspect,” he began in the smooth voice which so exasperated Loseis without her knowing why, “Blackburn has sums of money lying in the bank outside, that belongs to you, of course; but you could not draw against it unless the bank was already in possession of your signature. Therefore, in order to save time, I propose to send out several specimens of your signature now. I will put them in the hands of your lawyer, who will in turn pass them on to the bank.”
This sounded all right to Loseis, who proceeded to write her name on each of the four blank sheets that Gault passed her. Loseis had had small occasion to practice the art of handwriting, and it was but slowly that she formed the great round letters of her official name.
Laurentia Blackburn