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Dill felt as if a hundred pins and needles were pricking at his memory, for there rose up in it certain doubts and troubles touching Richard Hare and one Thorn. He laid his eager hand upon the other's arm. "Ebenezer James, what did he call himself?" "Thorn. A dandy, then, as he is now. He used to come galloping down the Swainson road at dusk, tie his horse in the woods, and monopolize Miss Afy."
"A cross-grained old camel!" remarked Afy, in allusion to the qualities, social and amiable, of the revered justice. "I don't defend Dick Hare I hate him too much for that but if his father had treated him differently, Dick might have been different. Well, let's talk of something else; the subject invariably gives me the shivers. Who is mistress here?" "Miss Carlyle."
He determined, therefore, to drive Lady Afy into his Grace's arms. If he could only get her into the house for an hour, the business would be settled. These cunning plans were, however, nearly being crossed by a very simple incident.
'I don't know any Thorn, returned Bethel, 'and I did not know anybody was after Afy but yourself. 'Did you hear a shot? I went on.
Ball put that subpoena in my hand, and told me to serve it. He might have given it to the other clerk, just as he gave it to me; it was all chance. If I could do you a good turn I'd do it not a bad one." Afy strode on at railroad speed, waving him off. "Mind you don't fail, Afy," he said, as he prepared to return. "Fail," answered she, with flashing eyes.
"I won't be sworn," said Afy. "You must be sworn," said Mr. Justice Herbert. "But I say I won't," repeated Afy. "Then we must commit you to prison for contempt of court." There was no mercy in his tone, and Afy turned white. Sir John Dobede interposed. "Young woman, had you a hand in the murder of your father?" "I?" returned Afy, struggling with passion, temper, and excitement.
"What did she go into hysterics for?" again snapped Miss Carlyle. "It upset her so, she said," returned Joyce. "It wouldn't have done her harm had they ducked her too," was the angry response. Joyce was silent. To contradict Miss Corny brought triumph to nobody. And she was conscious, in her innermost heart, that Afy merited a little wholesome correction, not perhaps to the extent of a ducking.
"Well," acknowledged Afy, "there was no harm in it." "Oh, certainly not!" acquiesced the lawyer, in a pleasant, free tone, to put the witness at her ease. "Rather good, I should say: I wish I had had the like luck. Did you know him at the time by the name of Levison?" "No! He said he was Captain Thorn, and I thought he was." "Did you know where he lived?" "No! He never said that.
I had gone into an open space, then, and he accosted me, asking if I had seen 'that hound' fly from the cottage? 'What hound? I asked of him. 'That fine fellow, that Thorn, who comes after Afy, he answered, but I stoutly denied that I had seen any one. Richard Hare continued his way, and I afterward found that Hallijohn was killed."
I was on my way to Miss Carlyle's," she continued, with the air of one who proclaims the fact of a morning call upon a duchess. "Where could my eyes have been?" exclaimed Mr. Jiffin, in an agony of regret. "In some of those precious butter-tubs, I shouldn't wonder! We have had a bad lot in, Miss Hallijohn, and I am going to return them!" "Oh," said Afy, conspicuously resenting the remark.
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