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A sound at the door, a universal turning as though the wind bent every flower in a garden and Jacqueline Churchill came up the aisle between the coloured lines. Her hand was upon the arm of her father's schoolmate; Unity and Deb followed her. Rand met her at the altar, and the old clergyman who had baptized her married them.
"Why, I think Fleming was murdered," Rand told him, as casually as though he were expressing an opinion on tomorrow's weather. "And I further believe that whoever killed Fleming also killed Arnold Rivers. That, by the way, is where I come in. Stephen Gresham has retained me to find the Rivers murderer; to do that, I must first learn who killed Lane Fleming.
What it is what it is" With a sudden movement he rested his elbow on the table and regarded Rand from under the shelter of his hand. "And so," he said at last, in an altered voice, "and so you will not be Governor. Well, it is an honourable post. This is late August, and in November you return to Richmond " "I go first across the mountains to examine a tract of land I have bought." "Indeed?
Tam took me to supper with a friend of his, a Scot by the name of Aitken, who was landing-agent for some big mining house on the Rand. He hailed from Fife and gave me a hearty welcome, for he had heard my father preach in his young days. Aitken was a strong, broad-shouldered fellow who had been a sergeant in the Gordons, and during the war he had done secret-service work in Delagoa.
"Well, so do I," Rivers reported. "I can top any offer that crowd makes. What do you expect to get out of them, anyhow?" "I haven't talked price with them, yet. A lot more than ten thousand dollars, anyhow." Rivers forced a laugh. "Now, Mr. Rand! That was just an opening offer. I thought Fred Dunmore was handling the collection." He grimaced. "What do you think it's really worth?" Rand shrugged.
Fer de Lawd's sake, don' look at me lak dat! I ain' gwine fergit, sah, de Lawd Jesus know I ain'!" Rand lifted the whip handle from his shoulder. "Mount, then, and come on. There's no good in idling here." A few moments later they overtook and passed Mr. Pincornet, now briskly walking, kit under arm, toward his dancing class.
Rand waited, gazing with some fixedness, and imagination at white heat saw the head, the face, the form, the quiet dress, the whole air of the man, the look within his eyes and the smile upon his lips. The figure sat at ease, as of old it had sat upon the Justice's Bench the day of the election, as it had sat beside the bed in the blue room at Fontenoy.
"You know you have first to catch your fish before you can cook them." "We'll do that, too, old Solomon the Second," returned Jack, who was in the bow. "That's what we came out for. Shall I let go the anchor, Rand?" "All right, let it go," ordered Rand. "Easy now, if you don't want to scare all the fish away.
Doc' Rand see her last September when he come by with them new colts o' his'n. 'You're beat aout, said he, 'and there ain't no science kin cure ye.
He paused at a western window, and with unseeing eyes gazed into the blue distance. "Were he Ludwell Cary, would he fare forth on his adventure alone? Perhaps. Being Lewis Rand, will he go without her, leave her behind? A thousand times, no!
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