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How, then, could the baronet have been poisoned, except by his own hand? Reginald Eversleigh was one of the last witnesses examined. He told of the interview between himself and his uncle, on the day preceding Sir Oswald's death. He told of Lydia Graham's revelations he told everything calculated to bring disgrace upon the woman who sat, pale and silent, confronting her fate.
Has it occurred to you she would even see you married to a girl she detests, to keep you at home?" Graham's face hardened. "So;" he said, heavily, "Marion wants me for the money she thinks I'm going to have, and mother wants me to marry to keep me safe! By God, it's a dirty world, isn't it?" Suddenly he was gone, and Clayton, following uneasily to the doorway, heard a slam below.
Graham had received his letter on a Wednesday, and on the following Monday Mary, as usual, received one from him. These letters always came to her in the evening, as she was sitting over her tea with Mrs. Thomas, the three children having been duly put to bed. Graham's letters were very short, as a man with a broken right arm and two broken ribs is not fluent with his pen.
No pedigree Shropshire breeder will, as a rule, buy rams bred outside his own district, for fear of introducing coarseness and an alteration of the established exhibition type. An amusing incident happened at Mr. Graham's sale at Yardley near Birmingham, at which I was present. Mr.
Winston's fingers trembled, but there was a twinkle in Graham's eyes as he brought his hand down on his shoulder. "Gentlemen," he said, "I was figuring right on this when I brought the champagne along. It was all I could do, but Imperial Tokay wouldn't be good enough to rinse this dust down with, when every speck of it that's on you means dollars by the handful rolling in."
John cottage, and she had at last written him a letter "straight from her heart," on the quaint secretary in the library, as he had dreamed possible on the first evening of their acquaintance. Graham's friends were eager that he should obtain leave of absence, but he said, "No, not until some time in the winter."
He returned to the seat and found the old man muttering vague interrogations in an undertone. For a while they said nothing to one another. The sense of this gigantic struggle, so near and yet so remote oppressed Graham's imagination. Was this old man right, was the report of the people right, and were the revolutionaries winning?
Almost at once, it seemed to him, he was fighting away, demanding drowsily: "What's the matter? Leave me alone." He heard Graham's voice, unnaturally subdued and anxious. "What are you doing, Bobby?" Then Bobby knew he was no longer in his bed, that he stood instead in a cold place; and the meaning of his position came with a rush of sick terror. "Get hold of yourself," Graham said. "Come back."
Seems now as though those fellows must have been in earnest, though." "And as though Captain Graham's formula," she reminded him gravely, "was the real thing." "Whereupon," Lutchester observed, "our first interest in the affair receives a certain stimulus. Some one stole the formula. To judge from the behaviour of those amiable gentlemen connected with Henry's Restaurant, it wasn't they.
"Lucky devil," was Graham's thought, not because of his host's vast ranch and the success and achievement of it, but because of the possession of a wonder-woman who could look unabashed and appreciative into his eyes as the Little Lady had looked.
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