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But, with native acuteness, she soon discovered that Mr. Wyvern's gaze had very little to do with the immediate subject of his thought, or, what was much the same thing, that he seldom gave the whole of his attention to the matter outwardly calling for it.
Wyvern's voice roused her; she stood up and reached her book; but she had wholly forgotten that the ring lay upon it, and was only reminded by a glimpse of it rolling away on the shelf, rolling to the back of the cupboard. But it did not stop there; surely it was the ring that she heard fall down below, behind the large sliding door.
He had vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared, and no royal jewels graced the display of Miss Wyvern's wedding gifts on the morrow. But it was fruitful of other "gifts," fruitful of an even greater surprise, that "morrow."
Wyvern's face gave no promise of cheerful intelligence as he welcomed his visitor. 'What is the origin of this, I wonder? he said, handing Hubert the 'Belwick Chronicle. The state of the young man's nerves was not well adapted to sustain fresh irritation. He turned pale with anger. 'Is this going the round of Wanley? 'Probably. I had it from Mrs. Waltham. 'Did you contradict it?
He had vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared, and no royal jewels graced the display of Miss Wyvern's wedding gifts on the morrow. But it was fruitful of other "gifts," fruitful of an even greater surprise, that "morrow."
The cart drubbed away and was lost. Then the heavy ticking of the clock edged into his senses tick, tock; tick, tock cat found; cat found. Then thought came. Cat found! then all was lost. Cat found! then some damned prowling idiot had chanced upon the hut. This miserable George had felt certain that Professor Wyvern's arguments would overcome his Mary's scruples.
I never knew, I never thought, never cared, where it would lead me, but I looked into the gateway of heaven last night, and I can't go down the path to hell any longer. Here is an even half of Miss Wyvern's jewels.
It wasn't until after he'd left that the superintendent he sees a note on the chair where the blighter had been sitting, and when he opened it, there it was in black and white, something like this: "The list of presents that have been sent for the wedding to-morrow of Sir Horace Wyvern's eldest daughter make interesting reading, particularly that part which describes the jewels sent no doubt as a tribute to her father's position as the greatest brain specialist in the world from the Austrian Court and the Continental principalities.
Miss Wyvern's wedding was over, the day and the bride had gone, and it was half-past ten at night, when Sir Horace, answering a hurry call from headquarters, drove post haste to Superintendent Narkom's private room, and, passing in under a red-and-green lamp which burned over the doorway, met that "surprise." Maverick Narkom was there alone, standing beside his desk.
Wyvern's early life had not been in smooth waters; in him too revolt was native, tempered also by spiritual influences of the most opposite kind. He felt a deep interest in the young man, and desired to keep him in view.
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