The Voice in the Fog - Page 74/93

"I see what's worrying you. Clear your mind. I would not marry the

richest, handsomest woman in all the world, Thomas. There's a dead

heart inside of me."

"There's another thing. I'd get rid of that valet."

"Why?"--quickly.

"He's too bally soft on his feet to my liking. I don't like him."

"Neither do I, Thomas!" murmured Kitty, forgetting all about her

hunger. Not a word about her sapphires, though. Did she see but the

surface of things? Was there something deeper?

She stole back up-stairs. As she reached the upper landing, some one

brushed past her, swiftly, noiselessly. With the rush of air which

followed the prowler's wake came a peculiar sickish odor. She waited

for a while. But there was no sound in all the great house.