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"What more could I do for Miss Eschelle than to leave her in such company?" "I beg your pardon," said Lyon. "Miss Eschelle must believe that I thoroughly appreciate Mr. Henderson's self-sacrifice. If I occasionally looked over where he was, I assure you it was in pity." "You are both altogether too self-sacrificing," the beauty replied, turning to Henderson a look that was sweetly forgiving.
This, at present, was beyond Henderson's standard of good, so he left Walter and went back for his book.
He had been stirred to a passing awe by the discovery that his uncle was, in his own person, actually one of the profound Six who formed the Council of the sect and to whom alone the secrets of its creed were known; and for three successive years his interest and curiosity had been kindled when Andrew Henderson travelled to England and returned with the Arch-Councillor an old blind man of seventy who invariably spent one day and night mysteriously closeted with his host and then left, having deposited the sacred Scitsym with his own hands in the tall iron safe that stood in Henderson's study.
White, as she sailed in on Captain Henderson's arm; but her elaborate veil and feathery bonnet hardly concealed the weary tedium of her face, though to the shame, well nigh horror, of her sister, she was rouged. "I must, I must," she said; "he would be vexed if I looked pale."
The situation was quickly explained, and then the party of six began a systematic search of the woods and the various roads in the vicinity of Henderson's mill. This search lasted until morning, but nothing came of it. "We may as well give up," said Dick, at last. "They have gotten away and that is all there is to it." The boys were completely tired out when they got home.
She folded the document carefully, put it back in the pigeon-hole, locked the desk, and rang the bell for her carriage. She was ready when the carriage came to the door, and told the coachman to drive to the office of Mr. Sage in Nassau Street. Mr. Sage had been for many years Henderson's most confidential lawyer.
Look at the men who have gone in with Henderson from time to time. The ground is strewn with them. He's got no more feeling in business than a reaper-and-binder." "I don't know what Henderson's got to do with my having a yacht." "I beg your pardon, Jack; it's none of my business.
Tredway was the man so he told Mr. Tredway; Mr. Gates of Brampton was the man so he assured Mr. Gates. Mr. Henderson had no desire to meddle in politics; his life was a happy and a full one. But was it not Mr. Henderson's duty? Cincinnatus left the plough, and Mr. Henderson should leave the ledger at the call of his countrymen. Mr. Mr.
Boone's vivid descriptions of the paradise of the West stimulated Henderson's imaginative mind and attracted his attention to the rich possibilities of unoccupied lands there.
"No, but I want to see one of the ladies about something. There's two of them running the farm. But Miss Henderson's the boss." Cautiously, with assumed indifference, Delane began to ask questions. He discovered that his companion's name was Dempsey; and before many minutes had passed the murderer's grandson was in the full swing of his story.
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