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Ingrow, stabbing at Bardon's stout ribs with slender fingers, riposted: "And our Bardon has a merry invention." Brilliana looked commands and entreaties at the row of jolly, laughing faces. "Do not play the sphinx with me," she pleaded. Rufus immediately made himself interpreter of the mirth.
Bardon, who came to awake me, smiling, like a great fool, at nothing; if not at the fancies which had played about my slumbers. Of the heat in which I found myself, I must remark, that it is as distinct from perspiration, as from the parched and throbbing glow of fever.
Margaret wished to give a small house party and Mrs. Langmore would not listen to it." "Did Mrs. Bardon hear all that was said?" "No, only enough to make her run to the police with the tale." "Is any other house near by?" "The Harrison mansion, but it is locked up, as the family is in Europe." "Did you hear if Mrs. Bardon and her son were home all morning?"
Bardon, the woman who lives next door, is a great gossip and one who is continually poking her nose into other folks' business. She told the police that she was out in the garden cutting a bouquet early in the morning, and she heard a violent quarrel going on at the breakfast table between Mrs. Langmore and Margaret, and that Mr. Langmore took his wife's part.
She scr'ams, 'Me father! me father! Mary, he is murdered! Go to the library! An' thin she wint over in me arms loike a stone, poor dear, poor dear!" And the domestic began to weep afresh. "What did you do then?" "Sure, phat could Oi do? Oi scr'amed fer hilp as loud as Oi could, an' thin Mrs. Bardon an' her son, Alfred, the docthor, came over." "What happened next?"
"Heaven bless you, merry matron," Bardon answered, as soberly as he could, for indeed the sight of Mistress Satchell in her Sunday best and in her most coming-on humor was not of a nature to strengthen sobriety.
Andy came in from a late lecture one afternoon, to find open the door of his room he had left locked, as he thought. At first he supposed Dunk was within, but entering the apartment he saw Link Bardon there. The helper arose as Andy came in and said, rather embarrassedly: "Mr. Blair, I'm in trouble." "Trouble!" exclaimed Andy. "What kind?" "Well, I need money.
"This is Doctor Bardon, I believe. I just came over from the Langmore house. I am working on this mystery, and I understand you were the physician who tried to bring Mr. and Mrs. Langmore to life after they were found." "I worked over Mr. Langmore, yes," was the young physician's answer. "I saw at once that it was impossible to do anything for his wife.
The boys would have passed on with only a momentary glance at the pair but for something that occurred as they came opposite. They saw the big man raise a horse-whip and lash savagely at the young man. The lash cracked like the shot of a revolver. "I'll teach you!" fairly roared the big man. "I'll teach you to soldier on me! Playin' off, that's what you are, Link Bardon! Playing off!"
One of the most lively of them was Joseph de Bardon, a celibate living the Parisian life in its fullest and most whimsical manner. He was not a debauche nor depraved, but a singular, happy fellow, still young, for he was scarcely forty.
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