"Johnson," The Author was saying as I passed, my slippered feet
making no sound, "Johnson, that Sophy woman intrigues me. Hanged if
she doesn't, Johnson!"
"I like Miss Smith, myself. She reminds me very much of my mother,"
said Johnson's cordial voice in reply.
"But I don't like the way things look here, at all, Johnson!" fumed
The Author. "What's his game, anyhow? What's he after? What's he
here for? Does she know, or suspect? Or doesn't she, Johnson?" The
Author asked, earnestly. "Look here: somebody's got to protect that
Sophy woman against Nicholas Jelnik!"
CHAPTER XI
THE JINNEE INTERVENES
Just before he went back North, Luis Morenas good-naturedly agreed
to exhibit his new sketches for the delectation of such folk as we
cared to ask to view them--this to please Alicia, whom he called
Flower o' the Peach.
Now an exhibit of Morenas sketches would have been an art event in
the Biggest City itself. But think of it in Hyndsville, where few
worth-while things ever happened; and imagine the polite
wire-pulling for invitations that ensued!
It wasn't my fault that I couldn't ask the whole town to come to my
house to see those brilliant sketches.
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