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"Old thoroughbred!" said Hawksley.
And there you were, relegated to the bracket where the family kept the kaleidoscope, the sea-sh.e.l.l, and the alb.u.m. His children, though; from now on he would have that interest in life. The blessed infant--Molly's girl--taking a sunbonnet when she might have worn a tiara! And that boy, stepping down from the pomp of palaces to the dusty ranges of Bar-K.
An American citizen. It was more than funny, this old top; it was stark raving mad.
Well, he had one of the drums. It reposed in his wallet. Another queer thing, he could not work up a bit of the old enthusiasm. It was only a green stone. One of the finest examples of the emerald known, and he could not conjure up the panorama of murder and loot behind it. Possibly because he was no longer detached; the stone had entered his own life and touched it with tragedy. For it was tragedy to be fifty-two and to realize it. Thus whenever he took out the emerald he found his imagination walled in. Besides, it was a kind of magic mirror; he saw always his own tentative villainy. He was not quite the honest man he had once been.
But what was happening down the line there? The pa.s.sengers were making way for someone. Kitty, and racing back to the gate! She did not pause until she stood in front of him, breathless.
"Forget something?" he asked, awkwardly.
"Uh-hm!" Suddenly she threw her arms round his neck and kissed him. "If only the three of us could be always together! Take care of yourself.
Johnny and I need you." Then she caught his hand, gave it a pressure, and was off again. Cutty stood there, staring blindly in her direction.
Old Stefani Gregor; sacrifice. By and by he became conscious of something warm and hard in his palm. He looked down.
A green stone, green as the turban of a Mecca pilgrim, green as the eye of a black panther in the thicket. He dropped the emerald into a vest pocket and fumbled round for his pipe--always his mental crutch. He lit it and marched out of the station into the night--chuckling sardonically. For the second time the thought occurred to him: Of all his earthly possessions he would carry into the Beyond--a chuckle.
Molly, then Kitty; but the drums of jeopardy were his!
