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After breakfast I improvised a dark room and developed the films, while Craig went down the back lane along the shore "looking for clues," as he said briefly. Toward noon he returned, and I could see that he was in a brown study. So I said nothing, but handed him the photographs of the road. He took them and laid them down in a long line on the library floor.
She'll make a wife as Mother'll have no occasion to grumble at, after all." To be sure, he had only seen her at home twice since the birthday; for one Sunday, when he was intending to go from church to the Hall Farm, Hetty had joined the party of upper servants from the Chase and had gone home with them almost as if she were inclined to encourage Mr. Craig.
Their faces were so flurried, so full of tragic anxiety that Margaret, stopping short, laughed out loud. "You two look as if you had come to view the corpse." "I passed Craig on his way here," explained Grant, "and took him into my machine." "I was not on my way here," replied Josh loftily. "I was merely taking a walk. He asked me to get in and brought me here in spite of my protests."
Then she gave him her hand and said 'You have your man at last. 'What man? 'The man you have been waiting for. 'Slavin! 'Why not? 'I never thought of it. 'No more did he, nor any of us. Then, after a pause, she added gently, 'He has been sent to us? 'Do you know, I believe you are right, Craig said slowly, and then added, 'But you always are.
There was a slight noise from the other side of the house. Craig reached out and drew us back into the shadow of the thicket, deeper. "Some one is prowling about, I think. Leave it to the dog." Searchlight, who had been near us, was sniffing eagerly. From our hiding-place we could just see her. She had heard the sounds, too, even before we had, and for an instant stood with every muscle tense.
What can we do against men who have revolving staircases and trolley-loads of river pirates waiting for them? You may be a scientific criminologist, Quest, but that fellow Craig is a scientific criminal, if ever there was one." Quest crossed the room towards his cigar cabinet, and opened it. His little start was apparent to both of them. Lenora laid down the bag which she had just lifted up.
Fearful lest the villagers might take it into their heads to climb the hill to Craig Farm and help them dig, he pledged every one to secrecy and went on digging, with Hughie at his heels. The suspense became fearful and depressing. On the third day Hannah rebelled. The gloom and mystery were getting on her nerves.
Then, almost before she knew it, apparently, she began to talk to him, forgetting that we were in the room. "Tell me how the thing happened, all that you know, how you found it out," prompted Craig. "Oh, it was midnight, last night; yes, late," she returned wildly. "I was sleeping when my maid, Juanita, wakened me and told me that Mr.
"Now," he said, "what has become of your man Craig, and what has become of my assistant Lenora?" "Perhaps we had better search the house," the Professor suggested. "Craig? My dear Mr. Quest, you little know " "Where is he, then?" Quest interrupted. The Professor could do nothing but look around him a little vaguely. Together they went back to the house and searched it without result.
"What's back there?" asked Kennedy, under his breath. "A back room," returned Carton. "Perhaps Kahn is there," Craig suggested. "Walter, you're the one whom he would least likely recognize. Suppose you just stick your head in the door and look about as quietly as you can."
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