His voice died in his throat. Ida May Bostwick had the
upper hand at last--and she kept it.
"Look at her," she exulted, the green lights in her brown eyes
glinting like the sparkling eyes of a serpent. "Look at her. She
knows that I know. She's come down here and fooled you all, but she
can't fool you any longer. And that Tunis Latham! Why, it can't be
possible he knew what she was from the first!"
"See here," said Cap'n Ira shakily. "What do you mean? What are you
getting at--or trying to? If you got anything to say about Ida May,
get it out and be over with it."
"Oh, Ira! Don't! Stop her!" wailed Prudence.
Like the old man, Prudence finally realized that there was something
wrong--something very wrong, indeed--with the girl they had known
for months as Ida May and whom they had learned to love so dearly.
Nobody looking at Sheila could doubt this for a moment. Her tortured
expression of countenance, the wild light in her eyes, her trembling
lips, advertised to the beholders that the last bastion of her
fortress was taken, that the wall was breached and into that breach
now marched the triumphant phrases of the real Ida May's bitter,
gloating speech.
"Look at her!" repeated the latter.
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