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"I'm afraid you don't come in," Wrayson answered; "but remember I am only following out a surmise. Have you looked through your brother's papers carefully?" "I've gone through 'em all," Mr. Sydney Barnes answered, "but, of course, I was looking for scrip or a memorandum of investments, or something of that sort.
Having got out of the carriage for an instant, he saw the sepulchral monument of the slain at the distance of about a mile, and was arrested by Barnes in his progress up the Pentland Hills, having on both occasions forgot his friend, patron, and fellow-traveller, as completely as if he had been in the East Indies.
Not the man the book was written about, but one of the best fellows God ever put into this little world of ours. I do not recall your names, gentlemen, or I would introduce each of you separately and divisibly. And when did you leave New York, my dear fellow?" "A fortnight ago," replied Barnes. "I have been walking for the past two weeks." Mr. Rushcroft's expression changed. His face fell.
Barnes had not taken his eyes from the face of this amazing rascal during the whole of the recital. He had been deceived in him before; he was determined not to be fooled again. "I don't believe a word of this yarn," he said flatly. "You have the jewels and " "Don't be an ass," snapped Sprouse. "If I had them do you suppose I'd be fiddling around here to-day? Not much.
"Six months ago a certain royal house in Europe was despoiled of its jewels, its privy seal, its most precious state documents and its charter. They have been traced to the United States. I am here to recover them. That is the foundation of my story, Mr. Barnes. Shall I go on?" "Can you not start at the beginning, Mr. Sprouse? What was it that led up to this amazing theft?"
He grinned over some amusing memory. "...Old lady Barnes weeping over 'Nora Creina," he added. "Ann, I didn't tell you that Dad and I met Herr Muller at the gate this morning," said Rosemary, "shedding tears over the thought of some of the Franz songs, and blowing his nose on his blue handkerchief!" "And you certainly did look stunning, mamma," contributed Ted.
Givin' guys folks, I mean fifteen-dollar-a-week board for seven dollars may be mighty nice for them, but it's plaguy poor business for Mrs. Thankful." The captain shook his head; he had been thinking, too, and his conclusions were much the same. "You mustn't find fault with Mrs. Barnes, Imogene," he said. "She's a mighty fine woman." "Fine woman! You bet she is!
She got into the carriage, and she said, 'Home, Moysey! I shut the door, and Barnes drove straight home. We never stopped anywhere, and we never noticed nothing happen on the way; and yet when we got home the carriage was empty." The duke started.
He picked up a bottle of something with a faint greenish tinge. "See the bands gradually fade?" I watched, and indeed they did diminish in intensity and finally disappear, leaving an uninterrupted and brilliant spectrum. "My spectroscope," he said, simply, "shows that the blood-crystals of Barnes are colorless. Barnes was poisoned by some gas, I think.
A few minutes later, they crept across the open space and huddled against the vine-covered facade of Green Fancy. Barnes was singularly composed and free from nervousness, despite the fact that his whole being tingled with excitement. What was to transpire within the next few minutes? What was to be the end of this daring exploit?
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