"
"I don't particularly want thanks."
Then the door-bell rang in the back of the house, and Buckham
answered it. He was conscious at once that Natalie stiffened, and
that she was watchful and a trifle pale. Buckham brought in a
telegram on a tray.
"Give it to me, Buckham," Natalie said, in a strained voice. And
held out her hand for it. When she saw it was for Clayton, however,
she relaxed. As he tore it open, Clayton was thinking. Evidently
Natalie had been afraid of his seeing some message for her. Was
it possible that Natalie - He opened it. After what seemed a long
time he looked up. Her eyes were on him.
"Don't be alarmed, my dear," he said. "It is not very bad. But
Graham has been slightly wounded. Sit down," he said sharply, as
he saw her sway.
"You are lying to me," she said in a dreadful voice. "He's dead!"
"He is not dead, Natalie." He tried to put her into a chair, but
she resisted him fiercely.
"Let me alone. I want to see that telegram.
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