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Miss Van Arsdale, perhaps you can do the same. The number was Eighty-sixth Street." " !" I repeated, quite aghast. "Why, Mr. Fairbrother himself! The husband of " "Exactly so, and Hiram Sears, whose name you may have heard mentioned at the inquest, though for a very good reason he was not there in person, is his steward and general factotum." "Oh! and it was he who recommended Wellgood?" "Yes."
Miss Van Arsdale, do you recognize the place now under your eye?" "I do not. You spoke of an arch in the hall, at the left of the carriage entrance, and I see an arch in the window-pane before me, but " "You are looking straight through the alcove, perhaps you did not know that another door opened at its back, into the passage which runs behind it.
Once Miss Welland stopped to adjust her traveling-bag which had shifted a little in the straps. "Is riding cross-saddle uncomfortable for you?" asked Miss Van Arsdale. "Not in the least. I often do it at home." Suddenly her mount, a thick-set, soft-going pony shied, almost unseating her. A gun had banged close by. Immediately there was a second report.
He tossed the weight of two ordinary shovelfuls of gravel into the cart as lightly as a child tosses a bean bag. Perceiving the uselessness of further argument Arsdale climbed out to the bank, and, sitting on a big boulder, watched Donaldson with dazed fascination. The foreman passed him once. "May be cracked," he remarked, "but I 'd' take a hundred men, the likes of him."
Determined to make Miss Van Arsdale see his point of view, as well as to assure himself of hers, he had extracted from her a promise that she would visit The Patriot office before she returned to the West. Accordingly, on a set morning she arrived on her trip of inspection, tall, serene, and, in her aloof genre, beautiful, an alien figure in the midst of that fevered and delirious energy.
A description of the desert in spate, thumb-nail sketches from a station-agent's window, queer little flavorous stories of crime and adventure and petty intrigue in the town; all done with a deftness and brevity that was saved from being too abrupt only by broad touches of color and light. And he had had a letter. He told Miss Van Arsdale of it.
"I've brought up an old friend, Ban," announced Edmonds, pushing wide the door. Vaguely smiling, for he had trained himself to be impervious to interruptions, the editorializer turned in his chair. Instantly he sprang to his feet, and caught Miss Van Arsdale by both hands. "Miss Camilla!" he cried. "I thought you said you couldn't come." "I'm defying the doctors," she replied.
She was none the worse for the adventurous trip. Camilla Van Arsdale, noting his rapt expression and his absent, questing eyes, wondered what underlay such reticence.... What had been the manner of their parting? It had, indeed, been anti-climax. Both had been a little shy, a little furtive.
"Underneath all his appearance of candor, Marrineal's a secret animal," said Edmonds. "Does he leave you a free hand with your editorials, Ban?" inquired the outsider. "Absolutely." "Watches the circulation only," said Edmonds. "Thus far," he added. "You're looking for an ulterior motive, then," interpreted Miss Van Arsdale.
Then he turned again to Arsdale. "I 'd like to swap places with you that's all," he said. A Miracle Elaine, her pale face tense, heard the steps of Arsdale coming up the stairs to meet her. Donaldson had telephoned at nine that if she had not yet retired he was going to bring her brother home. She dreaded the ordeal for herself and for him.
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