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CHAPTER TV
Synopsis
Audrey Swan, nicknamed
"Cygrfe," is the only child of a
highly respected horse trainer,
whose farm adjoins the estate
of Judge Castle. The Judge's
only son, Jeffrey, has been Au
drey's close friend since child
hood. After a trip in Europe,
Jeffrey is back in Parville to
work In his father's law office.
He is Interested in Olive Coop
er, whom he has met abroad.
At a dinner party at the
Castles', Audrey meets Jeff's
friend, Vic Quinn —and Olive,
who is a week-end guest. The
Castle party comes to the Swan
farm to jump their horses.
Olive is thrown, and her mare's
leg is broken.
"Carry her to the house," was
Anthony's order to Jeff. "Audrey,
you go with him. Lay her on a
bed and call the doctor. I'll be
there . . . wait." The last was
to Victor, as Anthony ran over
and took a quick lok at the pros
trate Eileen. "I fancied as
much," he reported grimly. "Mr.
Quinn, will you be good enough
to stop at the stables and ask for
Jim? Tell him it's a broken leg.
He'll know what to do."
When Anthony Swan hurried
into the front hall he encounter
ed his wife at the foot of the
stairs.
"No doctor, yet? I'll have a
look at the girl. Where did you
put her?"
"Jeffrey laid her on Audrey's
bed.' Martha led the way.
Jeff, white and shaken, stood
beside the bed looking down at
Olive, who lay with closed eyes.
"Do you think she's badly hurt,
Swan?" was his low-voiced ques
tion.
"1 fancy not," was the quiet re
joinder. Anthony elbowed the
young man aside, bent over
bed and began a gentle but thor
ough investigation. "It will be
an arm or leg if anything worse
than a shaking up. She's breath
ing well enough." He pulled a
knife from his pocket and opened
its heavy sharp blade. He looked
up rather apologetically at Jeff.
"Sorry to cut a new boot like
that, but it's uncommonly tight.
I'm afraid to drag it off."
"Go ahead," Jeffrey urged ner
vously.
Audrey watched her father
part the leather with cautious
strokes, drag the boot off care
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fully and drop it. Then he turn
ed to her. "Maybe you can do a
better job, my girl, getting that
stocking off."
As the sheer silk hose was
freed from the breeches cuff, Au
drey rolled it down with gentle
fingers. "What do you think,
Dad?"
"I can't say. It may be no
more than a sprain, or there may
be broken bones or torn liga
ments."
"Listen, Swan," Jeff whispered
somewhat irritably. "What was
the matter with that darned
mare, anyway? My man brought
word that you said she was O. K.
at the jumps. Were you watch
ing? She acted as if she'd never
been put at a fence."
"There was nothing the mat
ter with the mare whatever, Mr.
Jeffrey." The last word scarcely
had left his lips when the silence
was punctured by the distant
crack of a rifle. "She'll not be
jumping again," he added with
grim bitterness.
It seemed as if the report
might have startled Olive into
wakefulness, for her eyelids flut
tered, then opened wide. There
was a helpless, dazed expression
in the large dark eyes. She must
have recognized Jeff for she call
ed his name faintly and he drop
ped to his knees at her side.
"Olive! Are you all right?"
"What happened?" She was
looking wonderingly at the
others. "Oh! I remember."
"You had a spill," Jeff explain
ed hurriedly. "You're all right,
now."
"Fancy that wretched mare re
fusing an easy jump like that!"
said Olive. "I hope she broke her
neck. Oh! My ankle!"
"You wrenched it a bit," Jeff
soothed. "The doctor will be
here shortly."
Olive looked at the faces about
the bed and managed a smile.
"Sorry I made such a spectacle of
myself. I'm all right now. If
you'll help me up, Jeffrey . . ."
"You stay right where you are,
Mrs. Cooper," Martha directed.
"I think that's Doctor Bardsley
coming up now," as steps were
heard on the stairs. "Yes, it is.
In here, Doctor."
The others, save Jeff, left the
room as the physician entered
and Audrey found herself being
escorted below stairs by Victor
Quinn. "Audrey," Vic said, "my
equestrian ignorance is depress
ing. But I couldn't help thinking
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from some remark your father
made that this accident shouldn't
be charged fairly to ... to the
horse."
"The horse had nothing to do
with it. But please don't quote
me.'
"Naturally not. I'm sincerely
glad the girl was not seriously
hurt, but I can see where it def
initely puts an end to the party."
"I'm sorry. But I imagine
you're right. Mrs. Cooper won't
be up to much of anything for a
little while, I suppose."
"Maybe she'll have to stay on
with you," Vic suggested mali
ciously.
"We'll try to take good care of
her."
"I was spoofing. Mrs. Castle
will have her over there before
sundown. You'll see. May I
come back? I mean it terribly."
"You will be welcome any
time, of course."
"Thanks a lot for everything.
You're a cute number, Audrey.
Goodbye." And he was gone.
Audrey was in the dining room,
standing by the sideboard when
her mother entered. "Audrey, did
you have a chance to get ac
quainted with that woman?"
"Mrs. Cooper, you mean?" she
returned guardedly. "Why, no. I
didn't have much of a chance at
the dinner. And you know she
that spill only a few mo
ments after they came over."
"She's pretty," Martha admit
ted. "But I hate to see Jeffrey
taking up with a divorced wo
man.'
"Oh, that's nothing these
days." Audrey was thinking of
what Vic had to say regarding
modern marriages. "Besides,"
she added with a faint smile,
"she isn't divorced. Yet."
"Then she should wait till she
is. Before she lets men start
fussing around her. Jeffrey's
clear out of his head over her.
Your father is really upset about
that horse."
"I don't wonder," was the grim
retort. "That was rotten! I
suppose she didn't know any bet
ter, but . . ."
"Did you hear what she said
about it?"
"Yes, I heard."
"Do you know," said Martha. "I
would have liked to see more of
that Mr. Quinn. He talks a heap
of foolishness, but anybody with
half an eye can see there's a lot
to him. He's smart. A lawyer,
did you say?"
"Yes. Maybe you will be pleas
ed to learn, Mrs. Swan, that he
has asked your daughter's per
mission to come back again. Do
you mind?'
"Indeed, no!" Martha regarded
her daughter curiously. She
could not quite understand this
sudden light mood. "I think that
would be very nice," she amend
ed. "He seems to like you."
"Oh, he does. He thinks I'm a
cute number. He just told me."
"Well, for . . . Audrey, isn't
that Mrs. Castle's car?"
Audrey turned quickly, in time
to see a blue limousine roll past
the windows. A chauffeur in
smart livery, a portly white-clad
passenger in the rear.
"It's her Royal Highness," she
reported briefly.
"I've never done more than
speak to her!" Martha recalled in
sudden consternation. "You go
to the door. I'm not dressed."
"Why, good morning, Mrs. Cas
tle!" Audrey tried to put de
lighted surprise in her tones.
"Come in."
"I just heard about this dread
ful thing and drove right down,"
the caller began a trifle breath
lessly. "Is the poor child hurt?"
Doctor Bardsley said, "The
young lady appears to have a
badly wrenched ankle. I was just
suggesting to Mr. Castle that it
would be well to drive her to the
hospital and let them take an
X-ray as soon as she feels up to
it." y
Mrs. Castle turned to Audrey.
"It's a miracle the child wasn't
killed! I should have warned
her. She is not accustomed to
the reckless way you young- peo
ple in the country ride. I dare
say it was one of your father's
horses."
"No, Mrs. Castle." Audrey ex
plained quietly. "Mrs. Cooper
came over here on one of your
horses . . . Jeff's. But it is dead
now."
"How shocking! It might so
easily have been just the other
way."
"Yes. They had to shoot the
horse."
Mrs. Castle stared uncertainly
as this information was impart
ed, but before she could decide
whether or not some implication
was intended, Jeffrey appeared
on the stairs with Olive in his
arms. White-faced, and with her
hair in disorder, she looked very
small and childish. One arm was
about her aide's neck, her other
hand held her hat dangling by its
elastic cord.
"Hello, Mrs. Castle," she called
with attempted gayety. "Aren't
I a mess?"
"You poor darling!" The other
woman hurried forward and
brushed a I kiss on the patient's
cheek. "Are you in great pain?
I'm so relieved to know that you
are not badly hurt."
Olive turned her head aiftl
looked at Audrey. "So sorry, dear,
to have caused all this commo
tion. It spoils everything. But
you'll come to see me, won't you?
And please do thank your father
and mother for their kindness."
The late afternoon found Au
drey on the side porch trying to
forget everything in the pages of
a new novel. When the sudden
crunch of tires on the gravel
drive caused her to look up, she
was startled to see Jeff in his yel
low roadster.
She was more puzzled when
she discovered that her caller was
decidedly ill at ease. "How is the
lady now?" she inquired dutiful
ly.
"Olive? Oh, she's all right.
Sleeping when I came away. She
decided not to go to the hospital
until tomorrow. I believe we left
Olive's boot behind in the ex
citement," he remarked offhand
edly. "I thought I'd drop in and
pick it up."
'Til run up and get it for
you." She went in and appeared
with it almost at once. "Pity Dad
had to cut it,' she remarked.
"Oh, well . . . You know, Cygie
. . . hank it all, I feel pretty rot
ten about the whole affair. It
was my fault, after all.'
"I don't see why.'
"Sure you do. I know you well
enough to guess what it would do
to you to see a good horse done in
like that. When I sent Eileen
over here, I figured that you'd
ride her. Same as I knew you
wouldn't say she was all right at
the bars if she wasn't."
"I had no trouble with her,"
Audrey observed quietly.
"Olive told me to ask you up
to the house if I saw you. I wish
you would come, Cygie. Will
you?"
"Let's see," Audrey mused.
"Tomorrow's Sunday, isn't it?
I'll run in during the afternoon.
Will that do?"
"Thanks a lot, Cygie." He rose
to his feet. "See you tomorrow,
then."
True to her promise, Audrey
drove to the house on the hill.
There was little about Olive
Cooper to suggest the invalid.
She was propped up in a nest of
pillows and wearing a lacy negli
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her coloring. Her hair was per
fectly arranged, her eyes shining,
her cheeks flushed. She extend
ed her nearest hand, her left, in
a graceful greeting.
"So sweet of you to run in,
Cygie . . . you don't mind if I call
you by Jeffrey's name, do you?
It's so cute. This is one time L
really am going to have a chance
to visit with you."
"How's the ankle?"
"Doing nicely. We went to the
hospital this morning and had its
picture taken. Just a bad sprain,
but they say I must keep off of it
for a time. It's a dreadful impo
sition on these dear people."
"Terrible!" Jeff laughed. He
brought a chair for Audrey, then
excused himself for a few mo
ments, saying with exaggerated
carelessness: "I know you two
girls would like to have an un
censored gabfest for a bit. I'll go
down and amuse the old folks
with my bright sayings.' He went
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