“The wealthy and beautiful girl, deeply in love with the parish priest, permits him to renounce his vows and pledges her hand to him in marriage.”
Click—click—clickerty—click!
The shapely, swiftly moving hands of the stenographer were unsteady, were trembling visibly.
“It appears, however, that another woman suspects the intentions of the parish priest, a woman involved with him in a way ultimately revealed in the drama, and she subjects him to a secret espionage, which leads to a crime——”
The clicking stopped short again.
A crimson flood imbued Kate Crandall’s cheeks for a moment, then faded quickly, leaving her ghastly pale. She steadied herself with an effort. She reached up and removed the sheet of paper from the typewriter, tearing it quickly and tossing it into a wastebasket.
“Excuse me!” she said curtly, her dark eyes turning upon Nick with a fiery glance. “I have decided, Mr.[Pg 18] Henderson, that I will not take your work. Do not call here again, sir. Good day.”
She arose while speaking, then turned quickly and gazed from the window.
“Dear me!” Nick exclaimed, with affected astonishment. “Why so, Miss Crandall? What is the meaning of this sudden change of mind?”
“I do not care to make any explanation,” she said sharply. “Attribute it to a whim, to caprice, or anything else that suits you.”