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"The fact is," said the captain, taking up his pen and dotting the blotting-pad as he spoke, "that when on former occasions I have tried to claim your sympathy I well, I was not quite successful. I do not want the pain of a similar failure again." "I would do anything, anything to help you, if I could!" He took her hand and held it in his. "I am in great straits," said he.
Have you any relations in England?" "None that we know of," replied Evelyn. "Nobody you could go to for information about the past?" asked Spargo. "No nobody!" Spargo drummed his fingers on his blotting-pad. He was thinking hard. "How old is your father?" he asked suddenly. "He was fifty-nine a few weeks ago," answered Evelyn. "And how old are you, and how old is your sister?" demanded Spargo.
It was a blotting-pad stuffed with Patrick's jottings. Jane brought it to Con as to the proper keeper of the reliquary. He persuaded her to join him in examining it, and together they bent their heads, turning leaf by leaf, facing, laughing, pursuing the search for more, sometimes freely shouting.
Please, mother, write something on this bit of paper." "My head is so weak. I haven't an idea what to say." "I'll dictate it to you, if I may." "Very well, child; I suppose I can't prevent you." Maggie brought paper, blotting-pad, and pen, and Mrs. Howland presently wrote: "I have given, on the eve of my marriage to Mr. Martin, her father's treasures to my daughter, Margaret Howland."
The assumption I drew from that was startling enough, but it was still more startling to discover on the blotting-pad a finger-print which, as far as my recollection went, corresponded with those on the dagger. "Up to that moment, the possibility that Lady Eileen might be the guilty person had not occurred to me.
"There is no need for further inquiry. I can tell you who the murderer is." Superintendent Foyle coughed and idly shifted a piece of paper over the notes on his blotting-pad. His face was inscrutable. She could not tell whether her statement had startled him or not. For all the change in his expression she might have merely remarked that the weather was fine.
"If you keep me waiting too long, I shall change my mind." She brought the blotting-pad and pen, and he scrawled his signature, scarcely looking at the check. She drew it away from him swiftly for she had known him to tear up a check in a last access of covetous greed. Five thousand dollars! The same process of alteration as before was adopted.
Only one boy spoke, and that was Glyn Severn, and he to himself; but at the same time he had caught Singh's eye as he sat some distance from him, and, placing his sheet of foolscap by his side, he raised his blotting-pad so that his companion could see a great blotch of ink thereon which seemed as if it had been roughly made by a brush that had been dipped in ink.
He got up from his chair, and going over to a side-table took from it a blotting-pad, some writing paper and a pencil. For the moment his back was turned and again he did not see the look of almost murderous hatred which came into his visitor's eyes; had he seen and understood it, he might even then have reconsidered matters and taken Mrs. Mallathorpe's last offer.
"Because they're afraid of something coming out. And being afraid, their first instinct is to run. They've run at the first alarm. Foolish but instinctive." Breton, who had flung himself into the elbow-chair at his desk, jumped to his feet and thumped his blotting-pad. "Spargo!" he exclaimed. "Are you telling me that you accuse my guardian and his friend, Mr. Cardlestone. of being murderers?"
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