"Very well--that is all," she said, after she had counted the
words twice. "Oh--you want to wait for the repeat."
She laid her fingers on the key and sent the message in a whirl
of chittering little sounds, waited a moment while the sounder
spoke, paused, and then began a rapid clicking, which was the
repeated message, and wrote it down upon its form.
"There--if it's correct, that's all," she told him in a tone of
dismissal, and waited openly for him to go. Which he did, after
a sly glance at Evadna, a licking of pale lips, as if he would
speak but lacked the courage, and a leering grin at Miss Georgie.
He was no sooner over the threshold than she slammed the door
shut, in spite of the heat. She walked to the window, glanced
down the track again, turned to the table, and restlessly
arranged the form pads, sticking the message upon the file. She
said something under her breath, snapped the cover on the
inkwell, sighed, patted her pompadour, and finally laughed at her
own uneasiness.
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