In Sight of St. Paul's — page 166: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

me ee -_ _ AILEEN FALLS INTO A TRAP, | 16x Aileen smiled faintly. She guessed what was pass- ing in his mind. ‘Yes, I think you can be of use,’’ she answered. ‘Pm so glad,’’ said Gillie, in the most dismal tone imaginable. ‘*‘What can I do?” ‘Take Gracie out for a walk and bring the roses back to her cheeks.’ Fletcher’s face cleared as if by magic. What a brick you are!’ he exclaimed, admiting- ly, as Gracie ran to put on her hat. Aiter they were gone Aileen sank wearily down in a chair, and covering her eyes with her hand, aban- doned herself to the gloomy thoughts and forebodings which were oppressing her. She had said, ‘‘Welcome the sunshine.’’ But what could scatter the shadow, the terrible shadow which she felt was descending upon them all? Harry’s death had been bad enough, but this was worse, far worse. Suspicion pointed to Tom, her Tom! She felt it, she knew it! It was terrible. It was like living over a volcano. She was beginning to dread every footstep. Every ring at the door made her heart stand still with fear. But no, it was wrong, it was wicked to think of such a thing. Harry with his dying breath had de- clared Tom innocent. That was surely enough. No - ‘one could believe him euilty. No! no! It was im- _ possible ! Impossible! GEomichboo cS