Beatrice looked at it with great distaste. “Except that it has my marriage certificate in it, I could not bear to touch it,” she said.
“Give it to me.” Gordon took the box and slipped it into his overcoat pocket. “I will return you the certificate, dearest; but to-morrow I intend to go over the Aqueduct Bridge and throw the cat’s-eye into the Potomac.”
“Good night, dear Mrs. Macallister.” Beatrice’s eyes were bright with tears as she kissed her. “How can I thank you all for what you have done for me? Good night, dear, dear Peggy,” and shaking hands warmly with Dick, she ran lightly down the steps, as Mrs. Macallister closed her front door.
Gordon helped her into the cab, gave the address to the driver; then hesitated. Beatrice leaned forward and touched the empty seat beside her.
“Donald—my husband—come home.”
And even in the dim illumination of the street lamp, Gordon saw in her glorious eyes the light that never was on land or sea, and he gathered her in his arms with a sigh of deep happiness as the cab started homeward.
Dick followed Peggy back into the library with a fast-beating heart. Now or never! Mrs. Macallister had discreetly disappeared.
“Peggy,” he said, standing back of her as she faced the open fire, “there’s something I want to say to you—”
“Well, say it,” provokingly; but catching sight of Dick’s determined face in the mirror over the mantel, she took fright. “I wonder where Granny is?”