Quickly she found the record of the baby's crying spell and put it in
place in the phonograph.
Then, picking up Fleurette, she set the needle going and hurried from
the room.
Merritt, hearing the cries, screams and sobs, scowled with anger at the
baby's fit of ill temper, but never dreamed that it was not really the
child crying at all.
So Azalea had ample chance to escape by a back door from the library,
and crossing the dining-room went out on a side porch that faced the
Gale place.
Looking carefully to see that Merritt had not followed her, and
listening a moment to learn how much longer the record,--of which she
knew every familiar sound,--would last, she ran with all the speed of
which she was capable over to the Gales'.
Van Reypen was just taking leave, and he, as well as the others present,
looked in amazement at the flying figure coming nearer and nearer until
Azalea reached the group.
"Take her," she said to Mrs. Gale, as she gave her the baby, "keep her
safe--_safe_!"
And then Azalea went flying back.
The record was finished,--and with the sudden stop of the child's crying
Merritt had started into the library to see what it meant.
There Azalea found him, and she faced him bravely.
"That baby is safe," she said, "where you can't get at her! And now I
will tell you what I think of _you_! You are a thief and a scoundrel!
You don't deserve to be allowed to carry on a reputable business! I
don't want any further connection with you or your company.
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