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The night held for him a cumulative shock the discovery that Marette was not dead, but alive, and now the discovery that he, Jim Kent, was no longer a hunted man, and that it was O'Connor, his old comrade, who had run the truth down. With dry lips he simply nodded, urging McTrigger to continue. "I knew what would happen if Donald went after Barkley and Kedsty," said the older man.
He begged, in conclusion, to present to them, with the request for a respectful and intelligent hearing, that able, that distinguished, that benevolent gentleman, well known in financial circles of the East, Mr. John Ellsworth of New York, who would now address them. Barkley sat down, and, with customary gesture of the orator, passed his handkerchief across his brow. Then he gazed up, surprised.
But as to this man from Heart's Desire, how came it that he was not here at the hotel, near to his operatic divinity? Why did he not appear to say farewell? Ellsworth and Barkley betook themselves to the gallery after breakfast, and paced up and down, each with his cigar. "I ordered our head engineer, Grayson, to meet us," said Ellsworth, "and he ought to be camped not far away.
I suppose that other blow old Bayley spoke of was that affair of his daughter. That was a lucky business for me too." Fred Barkley was not mistaken, it was of his daughter Captain Bayley had been thinking when he spoke. He had married young when he first went out to India, and had lost his wife two years later, leaving him with a daughter six months old.
Letty, although she crept about for a while in deep disgrace, and brooded upon death that interesting impossibility, so dear to youth, married, if you please! when she was twenty, and went away to live. When Alfred came back, seven years later, he got married, too. He married a Miss Barkley. He used to go away on long voyages, so perhaps he wasn't really fond of her.
Watching the shores, looking ahead, listening for sound that might come from behind at times possessed of the exquisite thrills of children in their happiness Kent and Marette found the gulf of strangeness passing swiftly away from between them. They did not speak of Kedsty, or the tragedy, or again of the death of John Barkley.
She infected Harry with her own dislike and suspicions of Fred Barkley, and amused the lad greatly by telling him how, when she had heard of the discovery of his existence, she had, when Mrs. Holl left, gone straight up to her room and indulged in a wild dance of delight at the destruction of Fred's hope of being Captain Bayley's sole heir. "It was glorious," she said.
Claire Barkley you are worth nothing to me except eyes, and, therefore, your personality and conversation are of value only as time-fillers." "Go on," she said steadily. "But as Claire, the almost starved, ragged human being who is living with me through a prolonged war with death, you are worth everything to me everything that I value."
"You'll get a run for your money, in all likelihood," remarked Dan Anderson. "As I said, now, Grayson, don't pay any attention to this gully here," went on Barkley. "We'll fill this ditch and put in drains at the crossings, and run the main street north and south. We'll take the ramshorn crooks out of this town in about two days, when we get started."
They cannot get out of this room, if we keep the door." "Not without breaking their neck from the window," replied Rookwood. "What is that small door there at the side?" said Sir George Barkley. "Let some one see!" "'Tis nothing but a cupboard," said Sir John Fenwick "I examined it the other night, for fear of eavesdroppers. There is no way out."
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