DANCE OF THE HOURS
hand-print—incriminating if it could be traced, that is to say.
"Oh!" she cried softly. And laughed a little. "Oh, how careless!"
Fine brows puckered, she pondered the matter, and ended by placing her own hand over the print; this one fitted the other exactly.
"How he must have wondered! … He is sure to look again, especially if. …"
No need to conclude the sentence. Quickly she placed bag and case squarely on top of the impression, the bowl over all, and the book upon the bowl; then, drawing from her pocket a pair of long grey silk gloves, draped one across the book; and, head tilted to one side, admired the effect.
It seemed decidedly an artistic effect, admirably calculated to attract attention. She was satisfied to the point of being pleased with herself: a fact indicated by an expressive flutter of slim, fair hands. … And now, to work! Time pressed, and. … A cloud dimmed the radiance of her eyes; irresolutely she shifted in her chair, troubled,
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