He said: "All I know, Miss, is that I was to look after you and get you whatever you want----"
"I want my clothes!"
"Ma'am?"
"My clothes!" she repeated impatiently. "I've got to have them!"
"Where are they, ma'am?" asked the bewildered man.
At the same moment the girl's eyes fell on a pile of men's sporting clothing -- garments sent down from Harrod Place to the Lodge -- lying on a leather lounge near a gun-rack.
Without a glance at Wier, Eve went to the heap of clothing, tossed it about, selected cords, two pairs of woollen socks, grey shirt, puttees, shoes, flung the garments through the door into her own room followed them, and locked herself in.
* * * * *
When she was dressed -- the two heavy of socks helping to fit her feet to the shoes -- she emptied her handful of diamonds, sapphires and emeralds, including the Flaming Jewel, into the pockets of her breeches.
Now she was ready. She unlocked her door and went out, scarcely limping at all, now.
Wier gazed at her helplessly as she coolly chose a rifle and cartridge-belt at the gun-rack.
Then she turned on him as still and dangerous as a young puma: "Tell Darragh he'd better keep clear of Clinch's," she said. "Tell him I always thought he was a rat. Now I know he's one."
She plunged one slim hand into her pocket and drew out a diamond.
"Here," she said insolently. "This will pay your gentleman for his gun and clothing."
She tossed the gem onto a table, where it rolled, glittering.
"For heaven's sake, Miss----" burst out Wier, horrified, but she cut him short: "-- He may keep the change," she said. "We're no swindlers at Clinch's Dump!"
Wier started forward as though to intercept her. Eve's eyes flamed. And he stood still. She wrenched open the door and walked out among the silver birches.
At the edge of the brook she stood a moment, coolly loading the magazine of her rifle. Then, with one swift glance of hatred, flung at the place that Harrod's money had built, she sprang across the brook, tossed her rifle to her shoulder, and passed lithely into the golden wilderness of poplar and silver birch.