Chapter 68

That was it! She was mad. They must say that, and nobody would believe her. Besides—Robert could not piece those words together. He had not the clue. It was dangerous enough, especially as Rwth mentioned gipsies, but it was curable. She must go at once—he would have to get her certified—that could be done in a few days, and then! Fringal was worth his salt, after all. * * * * * The music stopped. Gillian was coming. Robert sprang up and drew his sleeve across the board, and whispered to …