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Creator: Beach, Rex Ellingwood, 1877-1949
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Berkeley Fresno, drawn by the irresistible magnetism of Miss Blake's presence, wandered in and ran his eyes over the room. Speed took the rug and examined it curiously. "It's an old-timer, isn't it? Must be one of the first settlers." "Yes. It's thousands and thousands of years old. Father picked it up somewhere in Asia." "How does it work?" queried Glass, feeling of it gingerly. "It's a very holy thing," Helen explained. "The Mohammedan stands on it facing the East and cries 'Allah!'" "Alley!" repeated the trainer. "No. Allah!" "'Allah' is the Mohammedan divinity," explained Speed. "I've got you." Glass was greatly interested. "Then he makes his prayer. It is such a sacred thing that when one's feet are on it no harm can come to one." "Well, what d'you think of that?" murmured the trainer.
The Star-Chamber, Volume 2 An Historical Romance

The execution of Lady Lake's criminal and vindictive project would not have been long deferred, after the defeat she had sustained from Lord Roos, but for her husband's determined opposition. This may appear surprising in a man so completely under his wife's governance as was Sir Thomas; but the more he reflected upon the possible consequences of the scheme, the more averse to it he became; and finding all arguments unavailing to dissuade his lady from her purpose, he at last summoned up resolution enough positively to interdict it. But the project was only deferred, and not abandoned. The forged confession was kept in readiness by Lady Lake for production on the first favourable opportunity. Not less disinclined to the measure than her father was Lady Roos, though the contrary had been represented to Sir Thomas by his lady; but accustomed to yield blind obedience to her mother's wishes, she had been easily worked upon to acquiesce in the scheme, especially as the fabricated confession did not appear to hurt her husband, for whom (though she did not dare to exhibit it) she maintained a deep and unchanging affection. So utterly heart-broken was she by the prolonged and painful struggle she had undergone, that she was now almost
Fresno laughed pleasantly. "It's too bad it isn't long enough to run this footrace on." "Do you believe in the charm?" inquired Speed of Helen. "Of course I do," she answered. He laughed sceptically, whereupon Larry Glass broke in with husky accents: "Nix on the comedy! I bet it's a wizard!" His employer gazed warmly at the owner of the priceless treasure, and, taking the rug tenderly, pressed his lips to it. Fresno shook his head in disgust; the brazen methods of this person were unbearable. "Why all the colors?" asked he. "You can sing best where there is a piano. I can train best under the shadow of college emblems. I am a temperamental athlete." "You'll be a dead athlete if you don't beat this cook." The Californian was angry.