United States or Spain ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
On board the boat I had mentioned Dick to the detective, and told him about the cypher, and the part that Dick had played. He had not seemed impressed, as I had expected him to be, and without a doubt he had not been pleased. All he had said was, I now remembered: "It's a bad thing to let a boy get meddling with a matter of this kind, Mr. Berrington" he had said it in a tone of some annoyance.
"Wait till Berrington returns," Sartoris urged. "He will not be long. He is not in the house yet, but he will be sorry he has missed you." Beatrice stood before the glass putting her hat on straight. She could see over her shoulder in the direction of the door, and there in the gloom with his finger to his lips stood Berrington.
Mary moved forward, followed by Berrington. "What is the charge?" the man Reggie asked. "What have we done?" Field shrugged his shoulders. Really the question did not deserve a reply. Sartoris took up the same line in his snarling voice. "That's what we want to know," he said. "What is the charge? If you have a warrant, read it aloud. We have every right to know."
By his side was a cold breakfast, with a spirit lamp for the purpose of making coffee. Berrington had hardly finished and applied a match to a cigarette before he was startled by the scream of a whistle. Looking around to see whence the sound came, his eyes fell upon a speaking tube. His heart gave a great leap as it occurred to the prisoner that perhaps Mary Sartoris was calling him.
The expression of Sartoris's face was one of hopelessness, not free altogether from contempt. "I can't say any more," he said. "Open the door by all means, and spoil everything. It is in your hands to do so and curse your own vulgar curiosity afterwards. Call me mad if you like, but I had planned to do a kind thing to-night." "So that you may benefit from it in the end?" Berrington suggested.
Berrington smiled scornfully. "I know exactly what you mean," he said; "indeed, I know more than you give me credit for. And I will make my suspicions certainties." Berrington advanced swiftly to the table and laid a hand on the sheet that covered the still, silent form there. Another instant, and the whole mystery would have been exposed.
"You see that I am too many for you," he said. "Put down those knives." For two long cutting knives were gleaming in the light of the electrics. Nothing daunted, the pair made a rush at Berrington, who fired right and left. He had no intention that the shots should be fatal, but they both took effect, one in the shoulder and the other in the arm.
He was quite different from the hard man who had been cross-examining Berrington outside. "I fancy you can give me certain information," he said. "I have some little hesitation in saying anything personal as to the character of Mr. Richford " "You need not hesitate," Beatrice said bitterly, "on my account.
Don't address the envelope." Berrington checked a desire to fling the suggestion back in the speaker's teeth. It angered him to feel that he was in the power of this little cripple, and that events in which he should have taken a hand were proceeding without him. But it was no time for feeling of that kind. "I admit the defeat of the moment," he said. "I will write that letter at once.
If he has faults, he owes them to his mother, who doated on him, and rather directed his care to the adornment of his really handsome person than to the cultivation of talents he has since learned to appreciate." "I believe Lord Berrington to be very sensible, and, above all, very humane," returned Miss Beaufort.
Word Of The Day