Falchion. His face was inscrutable, but
he said somewhat hurriedly, "In the South Sea Islands," and then changed
the subject. So, there was some mystery again? Was this woman never to be
dissociated from enigma? In those days I never could think of her save in
connection with some fatal incident in which she was scathless, and some
one else suffered.
It may have been fancy, but I thought that, during the first day or two
after leaving Aden, Galt Roscoe and Mrs. Falchion were very little
together. Then the impression grew that this was his doing, and again
that she waited with confident patience for the time when he would seek
her--because he could not help himself. Often when other men were paying
her devoted court I caught her eyes turned in his direction, and I
thought I read in her smile a consciousness of power. And it so was. Very
soon he was at her side. But I also noticed that he began to look worn,
that his conversation with me lagged. I think that at this time I was so
much occupied with tracing personal appearances to personal influences
that I lost to some degree the physician's practical keenness.
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