Where There's a Will eBook

Mary Roberts Rinehart
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 264 pages of information about Where There's a Will.

Where There's a Will eBook

Mary Roberts Rinehart
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 264 pages of information about Where There's a Will.

I walked over to Mr. Pierce and took the glass out of his hand, and his expression was funny to see.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for that glass,” I said.  “It’s got to be washed.”

Mr. von Inwald laughed and picked up his soft hat from the table.

He turned around at the door and looked back at Mr. Pierce, still laughing.

“Accept my apologies!” he said.  “It was such a fine wine, and so expensive.”

Then he went out.

CHAPTER XVI

Stop, thief!

I was pretty nervous when I took charge of the news stand that evening.  Amanda King had an appointment with the dentist and had left everything topsyturvey.  I was still straightening up when people began to come down to dinner.

Miss Cobb walked over to the news stand, and she’d cut the white yoke out of her purple silk.  She looked very dressy, although somewhat thin.

“Everybody has dressed for dinner to-night, Minnie,” she informed me.  “We didn’t want Mr. von Inwald to have a wrong idea of American society, especially after Mr. Carter’s ridiculous conduct this afternoon, and I wonder if you’ll be sweet enough to start the phonograph in the orchestra gallery as we go in—­something with dignity, you know—­the wedding march, or the overture from Aida.”

“Aida’s cracked,” I said shortly, “and as far as I’m concerned, Mr. von Inwald can walk in to his meals without music, or starve to death waiting for the band.”

But she got the phonograph, anyhow, and put the elevator boy in the gallery with it.  She picked out some things by Caruso and Tetrazzini and piled them on a chair, but James had things to himself up there, and played The Spring Chicken through three times during dinner, with Miss Cobb glaring at the gallery until the back of her neck ached, and the dining-room girls waltzing in with the dishes and polka-ing out.

Mr. Moody came out when dinner was over in a fearful rage and made for the news stand.

“One of your ideas, I suppose,” he asserted.  “What sort of a night am I going to have after chewing my food to rag-time, with my jaws doing a skirt-dance?  Why in heaven’s name couldn’t you have had something slow, like Handel’s Largo, if you’ve got to have music?”

But dinner was over fifteen minutes sooner than usual.  James cake-walked everybody out to My Ann Elizer, and Miss Cobb was mortified to death.

Two or three things happened that night.  For one, I got a good look at Miss Julia Summers.  She was light-haired and well-fleshed, with an ugly face but a pleasant smile.  She wore a low-necked dress that made Miss Cobb’s with the yoke out look like a storm collar, and if she had a broken heart she didn’t show it.

“Hello,” she cried, looking at my hair, “are you selling tobacco here or are you the cigar-lighter?”

“Neither,” I answered, looking over her head.  “I am employed as the extinguisher of gay guests.”

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