from, though certainly Miss Pink would never have taught him to hammer as he insists on doing."
"No, she would have taught him to tinkle out little tunes with no more pep than a toy music-box. If the youngster is musical, he's going to be properly taught. Alayne says he's very talented."
The words were scarcely out before he knew he had made a fatal mistake in quoting Alayne's opinion. He saw Meg's face harden; he saw her lips curl in a cruel little smile. He floundered.
"Oh, well, any one can see that he's got talent. I saw it long ago; that is why I chose Mr. Rogers."
She made no reply for a moment, but still smiled, her soft blue eyes searching his. Then she said:
"I don't think you realize, Renny, how strange your attitude toward Alayne is becoming. You have almost a possessive air. Sometimes I think it would be better if Eden had never brought her here. I've tried to like her, but—"
"Oh, my God!" said Renny, wheeling, and beginning to stride away. "You women make me sick. There's no peace with you. Imagine the entire family by the ears because of a kid's music lessons!" He gave a savage laugh.
Meg, watching him flounder, was aware of depths she had only half suspected. She said:—
"It's not that. It's not that. It's the feeling that there's something wrong—some sinister influence at work. From the day Eden brought the girl here I was afraid."
"Afraid of what?"
"Afraid of something in her. Something fatal and dangerous. First she wormed her way—"
"'Wormed her way'! Oh, Meggie, for heaven's sake!"
