The Flying Mercury

evening, when Dick sat opposite her on the veranda

ing he'll spend practising on the track, and to-morrow evening at six the race starts. And Les

wide and terrified, the little hands she clasped in her lap we

s. We're a nasty lot, we Ffrenches; a lot of blue-blooded snobs without any red b

the odorous dusk slowly

oing to be

ng up, surveying his strict motor costum

Ethan nearly had a fit when Bailey told him what I was going to do; he called me Richard for the first

he answered gently. "Good-by

steps, her voice recalled him, a

make him give it up

p at her wh

t. Don't you su

she admitted, and w

through the dark. Far below the throb of a motor passed down the road, dying away again to leav

ent itself. But it was nearly half an hour later when she started up at the ec

ding before her at the foot of the low stairs, the moonlight g

nonsense to you about this race, and that you were so very good as to feel some concern regarding it. Really, I h

. Before the tranquil sanity of his regard, her painted terrors sudde

wered, with a shaking sigh that wa

same chance as Rupert and I; the driver who alt

ur

w of us finish without a scratch or strain or blister. This is a man's game, but it's not half so destructive as

ll else you have done for him and for me I have not words to speak. But it made it harder to bear the

, her timidity and anxiety for his safety, were from their very unconsciousness most dangerous. And while he grasped at self-co

u for coming. I am not used

movement the handkerchief fell from her girdle to his feet. Mechanically Le

ptly, and sprang the b

him in the moonlight, but he saw h

oom toward the long windows. Dick's impatient whistle sounded shrilly from

ce of sincerity which made his silence more convincing than the protestations of

she cried to her heart. "I wish I ha