“Cheerfully, cheerfully. I will copy one of these marvels.”
Water-color materials—relics of Miss Sally’s college life—were brought. Tracy said he was better in oils, but would take a chance with these. So he was left alone. He began his work, but the attractions of the place were too strong for him, and he got up and went drifting about, fascinated; also amazed.
CHAPTER XIX.
Meantime the earl and Hawkins were holding a troubled and anxious private consultation. The earl said:
“The mystery that bothers me, is, where did It get its other arm?”
“Yes—it worries me, too. And another thing troubles me—the apparition is English. How do you account for that, Colonel?”
“Honestly, I don’t know, Hawkins, I don’t really know. It is very confusing and awful.”
“Don’t you think maybe we’ve waked up the wrong one?”
“The wrong one? How do you account for the clothes?”
“The clothes are right, there’s no getting around it. What are we going to do? We can’t collect, as I see. The reward is for a one-armed American. This is a two-armed Englishman.”