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A silvery laugh ringing from the balcony just then made the young party look up, when they saw Mrs. Maitland, who was busy watering and rearranging her flowers, and who had been amused at her nephew's sententious speech. 'Doesn't Harry lay down the law well, mamma? inquired Dora. 'I think, she added, 'he will make a good barrister; he is beginning to practise so early.
At last, in desperation, I started home alone." Maitland nodded his comprehension. "Your father ?" he hinted delicately. "Judge Wentworth," she explained hastily. "We've taken the Grover place at Greenpoint for the season." "I see," thoughtfully. And this was the girl who he had believed had been in his rooms that evening, in his absence! Oh, clearly, that was impossible. Her tone rang with truth.
Nothing is ever forgotten. One touch, one sight, one sound, the murmur of the stream, the sound of a distant bell, the barking of a dog in the still evening, the green path in the wood with the sunlight glinting on it, the way of the moon upon the waters, the candlestick of the Bishop for Jean Valjean, the passing of a convict for Dean Maitland, the drop of blood for Donatello these may, through the events associated therewith, turn the heart to stone and fill the life with a dumb agony of remorse.
"I think," said Osborne in an undertone, "you had better ask Miss Darrow to withdraw for a few moments, as there are some details likely to pain her." This suggestion was intended only for Maitland, but the officer, used to talking in the open air, spoke so loudly that we all overheard him. "I thank you for your consideration," Gwen said to him, "but I would much prefer to remain.
"From any point of view," said Snaith obstinately. "The man breaks into your house, steals your jewels " "This is getting tiresome," Maitland interrupted curtly. "Is it possible that you suspect me of conniving at the theft of my own property?" Snaith's eyes were keen upon him. "Stranger things have been known. And yet the motive is lacking.
Perrotte grabbed the slab, heaved it down to its pile of waste, the next board he slid into the shoot, and so continued till noon found him pale and staggering. "What's the matter with you?" said Maitland. "Notting me bon," said Perrotte, and, clutching at the door jamb, hung there gasping. Maitland's keen blue eyes searched his face. "Huh! When did you last eat? Come! No lying!"
Maitland had had an interview with the Dean, she went off across the yard, under the great elms dripping in the rainy January thaw. Following his directions, she found her way through the corridors of a new building whose inappropriate expensiveness was obvious at every turn. Blair had rooms there, as had most of the sons of rich fathers. The whole place smelt of money!
Now Maitland, knowing the Hit or Miss, and the private room up-stairs with the dormer windows, where the deed must have been done, if done at all, was certain that there could not possibly have been any eye-witness of the crime. "What shall you do?" he asked, "or have you done anything in consequence of your discovery? Have you been to the police?" "No," said Barton; "where was the use?
Maitland declares that he will take either board, and that if the committee cannot agree which to choose, he will withdraw and make terms on his own. He furthermore gave them warning that if any strike-breakers were employed, of which he had heard rumours, he would have nothing to do with the bunch." "Strike-breakers?" said Adrien. "That would certainly mean serious trouble."
When Maitland appeared, as he did in due course, before the Juge d'Instruction, he attempted to fall back on the obsolete Civis Romanus sum! He was an English citizen. He had written to the English ambassador, or rather to an old St. Gatien's man, an attaché of the embassy, whom he luckily happened to know.
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