' 'No!' he say, 'you, you'll put her free!'"
"Why didn't he want her set free?" asked Ramsey.
"An' you are there--an' silend! I forgod you!"
"Why didn't he want her set free?" insisted the forgotten.
"Ah!" said the mother to the senator as though the inquiry were his,
"Dan, he seem' to thing tha'z a caztigation on him. An' he say: 'Neveh
mine, I figs thad so she can'd be free pretty soon.' An' me, I thoughd
he leave her to those twin' till I'm reading the will."
Ramsey stood up elatedly. "I know what he did! I see it!"
But as her mother chidingly murmured her name she reflected the maternal
dignity and accepted a bunch of keys.
"Go, if you please, ad my room," said madame, "open----"
"Your little trunk, and pop-a's tin box inside," the girl interrupted,
but deferentially caught herself again and with the corner of an eye
felt about for Hugh. But Hugh had gone back to his father and thence to
the deck next below.
"Yass. You fine there manny pape'. One is mark'--you'll see. Fedge me
thad. 'Tis the h-only tha'z blue."
Ramsey sped away over skylights and down a back stair.
The senator spoke: "Who were that will's executors?"
"Ah, of co'se, my 'usban', Capitan Hayle, al-lone."
"The heirs, I dare say, have seen it?"
The lady smiled. "Not at all.
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