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Now I'm sorry I didn't say ten thousand; I think she'd have bought it at that price just as cheerfully. She thinks Lane Fleming was murdered. Well, on the face of what she told me, so do I." "All right, Professor; expound," Ritter said. "You heard what he was supposed to have shot himself with," Rand began. "A Colt-type percussion revolver. You know what they're like.
He stopped there. Goode was looking at him sideways, sucking in one corner of his mouth and pushing out the other. It was not a facial contortion that impressed Rand favorably; it was too reminiscent of a high-school principal under whom he had suffered, years ago, in Vicksburg, Mississippi.
"Pierre has been telling me about you, Colonel," she said. There was a faint trace of French accent in her voice. "I suppose he brought you here to show you his treasures?" "Yes; I collect arms too. Pistols," Rand said. She laughed. "You gun-collectors; you're like women looking at somebody's new hat.... Will you stay for dinner with us, Colonel Rand?" "Why, I'm sorry; I can't.
"Here is Dr. McClurg," said Rand. "I will wait yonder to hear that confirmed." He walked to the river-bank and stood, as Cary had stood a little earlier, gazing over the falls and eddies and fairy islands to the blue woods on the farther shore. Under the oak which he had left, the doctor looked and handled, with a pursed lip, a keen eye, and a final "Humph!" of relief.
It was yet early when Rand and Gaudylock entered, and neither the mail-bag, nor many habitués of the place had arrived. The room was quiet and not over brightly lit by the declining sun and the flare of a great, crackling fire. There were a number of tables and a few shadowy figures sipping chocolate, wine, or punch.
When Clayton Rand drove up with his pair of sleek horses and the shining rig that was admired by all the town, she went out and down the path very shyly, and with a blushing sedateness becoming to her. Clayton saw it, and his heart leaped with the vanity of knowing she was moved because of him. But the cause was otherwise.
"Judge Taylor's office was robbed last night," repeated Jack, enjoying the sensation his news had made. "W-w-what!" stammered Pepper. "Who did it?" "That's what we all want to know," answered Jack. "What did they get?" asked Donald. "How did they get in?" went on Pepper. "One at a time, boys," put in Rand. "Come, Jack, tell us the whole story."
"Case Varcek and Dunmore, when they come in; see if either of them is rod-heavy. Find anything, last night?" Ritter shook his head. "I searched Varcek's lab, after everybody was in bed, and I searched the cars in the garage, and a lot of other places. I didn't find them. Whoever he is, the chances are he has them in his room." "Did you look back of the books in the library?" Rand asked.
There will, however, be one or two seats which may be won by Progressive or Responsible British candidates, but in general "The rest of the country" will return a compact body of members of Het Volk. Having said that, I now come to the Rand. We must consider the Rand without any bias or prejudice whatever.
He seemed to be still suffering from the ignominy of admitting a house-guest through any but the main portal. Emerging into the front hallway, he put down the bags, took Rand's hat and coat and laid them on top of the luggage, and then went to an open doorway on the right, standing in it and coughing delicately, before announcing that Colonel Rand was here.
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