It was Jim Beadle who admitted her.
"He'd be mad if he knew we wouldn't let her come," Jim had said to the
nurse.
It was Fleda who had warned Ingolby of the dangers that surrounded
him--the physical as well as business dangers. She came now to serve the
blind victim of that Fate which she had seen hovering over him.
The renegade daughter of the Romanys, as Jethro Fawe had called her, was,
for the first time, in the house of her master Gorgio.
CHAPTER XIII
THE CHAIN OF THE PAST
For once in its career, Lebanon was absolutely united. The blow that had
brought down the Master Man had also struck the town between the eyes,
and there was no one--friend or foe of Ingolby--who did not regard it as
an insult and a challenge. It was now known that the roughs of Manitou,
led by the big river-driver, were about to start on a raid upon Lebanon
and upon Ingolby at the very moment the horseshoe did its work. All night
there were groups of men waiting outside Ingolby's house. They were of
all classes-carters, railway workers, bartenders, lawyers, engineers,
bankers, accountants, merchants, ranchmen, carpenters, insurance agents,
manufacturers, millers, horse-dealers, and so on.
Some prayed for Ingolby's life, others swore viciously; and those who
swore had no contempt for those who prayed, while those who prayed were
tolerant of those who swore.
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