Too impatient to unravel the tangled knot, he had cut it,
and nothing could mend it now.
"Why?"
The rain had ceased as suddenly as it had begun. The sun was struggling
through a mass of thin cloud over the park. The world was full of the
drip and rush of water. All that had made the day oppressive and
strained nerves to breaking point had gone, leaving peace behind. Kirk
felt like one waking from an evil dream.
"Why did it happen?" he asked himself. "What made me do it?"
A distant rumble of thunder answered the question.
Chapter VIII
Steve to the Rescue
It is an unfortunate fact that, when a powder-magazine explodes, the
damage is not confined to the person who struck the match, but extends
to the innocent bystanders. In the present case it was Steve Dingle who
sustained the worst injuries.
Of the others who might have been affected, Mrs. Lora Delane Porter was
bomb-proof. No explosion in her neighbourhood could shake her. She
received the news of Kirk's outbreak with composure. Privately, in her
eugenic heart, she considered his presence superfluous now that William
Bannister was safely launched upon his career.
In the drama of which she was the self-appointed stage-director, Kirk
was a mere super supporting the infant star. Her great mind, occupied
almost entirely by the past and the future, took little account of the
present.
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