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She had not seen William Farrell for some time for what counted, at least, as some time in their relation; not since that evening before Bridget went away more than a fortnight. But it was borne in upon her that she had heard from him practically every day. There, in the drawer of her writing-table, lay the packet of his letters.
So, when the elevator boy telephoned that Mr. and Mrs. Farrell were calling, I told him to bring them up. My first glance at the Farrells convinced me the interview was a waste of time. I was satisfied that from two such persons, nothing to my advantage could possibly emanate. On the contrary, from their lack of ease, it looked as though they had come to beg or borrow.
"Cass," muttered Crane to himself; "but that's impossible he never left the bank that day; there's some devilish queer mistake here." Farrell had identified David Cass in the bank as the man who had bet with him, while the clerk asserted that one "Billy" Cass had made the same wager. Hagen's description of "Billy" Cass fitted David Cass in a general way.
Evidently he felt that as yet he had not sufficiently impressed me. "Harbor Castle," he recited, "has eighteen bedrooms, billiard-room, music-room, art gallery and swimming-pool." He shook his head. "And no one to use 'em but us. We had a boy." He stopped, and for an instant, as though asking pardon, laid his hand upon the knee of Mrs. Farrell.
"We can go back now," he said to Farrell; "we may as well walk leisurely to the station; we can get a train" he pulled out his watch "in twenty minutes." Crane had made up his mind not to show himself at the bank that day. He wished to bold his discovery quite close within himself plan his course of action with habitual caution.
"But they have never asked for it; they don't want it, and I do; and you said nothing about taking turns when you made the suggestion. If you let me begin, they could take warning from my mistakes. I don't think you would find they disliked the arrangement. Do, please, be kind and say `Yes." Mr Farrell reflected for a moment, bringing the tips of his fingers together.
He sat down, perspiring freely and through the perspiration radiating confidence in his contentions, confidence in the result and, most of all, unbounded confidence in Mr. Sublette. Now Colonel Farrell was standing up to address the court.
We were all curious, but some of us had not the honesty to confess it," Jack cried quickly. "Surely it is not necessary to keep Miss Ruth any longer, sir? She has told you that she can give you no more information. It is cruel to the girl " He broke off as if afraid of speaking too strongly; and Mr Farrell lay back in his chair with a sudden weary slackening of muscle.
The questioner was William Farrell, and the question was addressed to his cousin Hester, whom he had found sitting in the little upstairs drawing-room of the Rydal lodgings, partly knitting, but mostly thinking, to judge from her slowly moving needles, and her absent eyes fixed upon the garden outside the open window. 'She has gone down to the lake it is good for her to be alone a bit.
"We'll see; the difference is that every man among us has some outrage to revenge. Our quarrel is a personal one against thieves and murderers. What is the programme, Farrell?" "To intercept Delavan's raiders. They will be along the main road within the hour from all reports.
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