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Blakesley interfered. "You don't leave this house to-night, Mr. Campbell," she said. "I won't have your death laid at my door." I laughed. "Dear Mrs. Blakesley, " I said, seeing her determined. "I won't hear a word," she interrupted. "I wouldn't let a horse out in such a tempest. No, no; you shall just sleep in your old quarters, across the passage there." I did not care for any storm.
"Well, I'm beginning to agree with Eva now," Rex returned. "I haven't an idea that man intends to harm any of us. Perhaps there is some mistake after all and he isn't Martin Blakesley, only somebody that looks like him." "I don't go to bed on any such uncertainty as that," declared Jess. "What would we do if we stayed up and we heard him coming down stairs to burglarize the house?"
"Shall you be in the haunted room at sunset tomorrow, Alice?" "Of course I shall," she answered. "You will find me there then," I rejoined "that is, if you think there is no danger of being seen." "Not the least," she answered. "No one follows me there; not even Mrs. Blakesley, good soul! They are all afraid, as usual." "And you won't be frightened to see me there?" "Frightened? No. Why?
Eva went out and showed her brother where to deposit the contents of the newspaper. Then she brought him back into the library and pointed out the portrait of Martin Blakesley. Rex understood at once what it meant, for he had been looking at the book. "Whew!" he brought out this low whistle and then glanced from one to the other of his companions. "You think it is the same man then?" said Roy.
Blakesley's room. She was not there. I sat down. In a few minutes she came. "She is fast asleep," she said. "Come this way." I followed, trembling. She led me to the same room Lady Alice used to occupy. The door was a little open. She pushed it gently, and I followed her in. The curtains towards the door were drawn. Mrs. Blakesley took me round to the other side.
The moon was going down. Her light looked to me strange, and almost malignant. I feared that when she came to the full she would hurt my darling's brain, and I longed to climb the sky, and cut her in pieces. Was I too going mad? I needed rest, that was all. Next morning, I called again upon Mrs. Blakesley, to inquire after Lady Alice, anxious to know how yesterday had passed.
There was a string of Navajos goin' down. An' some comin' up. I stayed there watchin' the flood, an' pretty soon Somers come up the trail with Blakesley an' Brack an' some riders.... An' Somers hollered out, 'The boat's gone!" "Gone!" exclaimed Bostil, his loud cry showing consternation. "Oh, Dad! Oh, Van!" cried Lucy, with eyes wide and lips parted. "Sure she's gone.
"I don't know what you call dull," replied the old man, as if half offended at the suggestion. "I don't believe a soul missed his lordship when he died; and there's always Mrs. Blakesley and me, as is the best friends in the world, besides the three maids and the stableman, who helps me in the garden, now there's no horses. And then there's Jacob and "
Anything's better than living here in the woods like a lump on a log." "What do you mean is over, Tom?" asked my mother very quietly. "I mean our possession of this place is over. Since an hour ago, it has belonged to Squire Blakesley, across the river." "You mean you have gambled it away?"
Blakesley had discovered her absence from her room; because, if I drew her, and she were watched and prevented from coming, it would kill her, or worse. I must take to-morrow to think.
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