Mary Roberts Rinehart

Where There's a Will Mary Roberts Rinehart

Book Excerpt: ...said--" only every winter it was a different "he."In my wash-stand drawer I'd kept all the clippings about her coming out and the winter she spent in Washington and was supposed to be engaged to the president's son, and the magazine article that told how Mr. Jennings had got his money by robbing widows and orphans, and showed the little frame house where Miss Patty was born--as if she's had anything to do with it. And so now I was cutting out the picture of her and the prince and the article underneath which told how many castles she'd have, and I don't mind saying I was sniffling a little bit, for I couldn't get used to the idea. And suddenly the door closed softly and there was a rustle behind me. When I turned it was Miss Patty herself. She saw the clipping immediately, and stopped just inside the door."YOU, TOO," she said. "And we've come all this distance to get away from just that.""Well, I shan't talk about it," I replied, not holding out my hand, for with her, so to speak, next...