WHITEWASH
Was a turn in that fabled wheel to transform his car of triumph into the Juggernaut that should crush him? He plucked out the fear resolutely. Very probably she had not recognized him. However, she evidently felt that she had seen him before. From that to recognition was only a step, one that might or might not be taken, but one to be prepared for. He glanced rapidly over his present position. As far as he could judge it was secure; his letters of introduction had been excellent. The warm-hearted Southerners to whom he had devoted himself on his ocean trip had more than rewarded his attentions. Nothing could be proved for months, and all he wanted was another week or two of his present freedom.
He stopped short. The pin! the jewel he had foolishly given Philippa the more securely to bind her to his interests! It was a part of that very Auray haul! Again a stab of foreboding smote him, and he cursed himself.
"That's what I get for letting my foolish antiquarian respect get the better of my judgment," he thought. "It should have been broken up along with the modern pieces; though it was
