Publisher's Synopsis
An Officer and a Lady The Rope Dance Warner & Wife Jonathan Stannard's Secret Vice A Tyrant Abdicates Rose Orchid The Pay Yeoman An Agacella Or The Mother of Invention "You may call me Major Wentworth," was all the reply he got. "All right, major. But come, what's the use--" "Stop! If you move again like that I'll shoot. I wonder what's the matter with Hilda. She sleeps very lightly." This last to herself. Bill looked interested. "Is Hilda a big sort of a woman in a blue nightgown?" "Yes. Hawe you seen her7" The brown eyes filled with sudden alarm. "Oh! Where is she? Is she hurt?" "Nope." Bill chuckled. "Kitchen floor. Chloroform. I was eatin' strawberry shortcake when she come in." The major frowned. "I suppose I must call my father. I hate to disturb him--" "He's incapable, too," announced Bill with another chuckle. "Tied up with sheets and things. You see, major, we're all alone. Tell you what I'll do. There's a suitcase full of silver down on the library window sill. I'll agree to leave it there--"
