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With it she had also put on her company manner, and what with the smiles she bestowed upon me and her perfect satisfaction with her own appearance, I had all I could do to hold my own and keep her to the matter in hand. Finally she managed to take in my anxiety and her own duty, and saying that Mrs. Boppert could never refuse a cup of tea, offered to send her an invitation to supper.
"She might have been lonely, you know, ma'am; and the ticking of a clock is such company." "Yes," I answered with more than my accustomed vivacity, for she jumped as if I had struck her. "You have hit the nail on the head, Mrs. Boppert, and are a much smarter woman than I thought. But when did she wind the clock?" "At five o'clock, ma'am; just before I left the house."
Boppert against your looked-for visit there, was foiled by the very simple strategy you used in meeting her at a neighboring shop." "Good!" I again cried, in my relief that the discovery made at that meeting had not been shared by him. "We had sounded Mrs. Boppert ourselves, but she had seemed a very hopeless job, and I do not yet see how you got any water out of that stone if you did." "No?"
The woman's look was too quick and suspicious for denial; but she was about to attempt it, when I cut her short by saying: "I wish to see Mrs. Boppert very much, but not in her own rooms. I will pay any one well who will assist me to five minutes' conversation with her in such a place, say, as that I see behind the glass door at the end of this very shop." "Will you give me that?" she cried.
For answer I pushed it towards her, but before her fingers could clutch it, I resolutely said: "Mrs. Boppert must not know there is anybody waiting here to see her, or she will not come. I have no ill-will towards her, and mean her only good, but she's a timid sort of person, and " "I know she's timid," broke in the good woman, eagerly. "And she's had enough to make her so!
Boppert, the scrub-woman; but my conscience is eased by my communication, and that is much to a solitary woman like myself who is obliged to spend many a long hour alone with no other companion." "Something has been accomplished, then, by this delay," he observed.
She had wound the clock in the kitchen for her own uses, and why may not the lady above have wound the one in the parlor for hers? Filled with this startling idea, I remarked: "The young lady wore a watch, of course?" But the suggestion passed unheeded. Mrs. Boppert was as much absorbed in her own thoughts as I was. "Did young Mrs. Van Burnam wear a watch?" I persisted. Mrs.
But what had I to say to Mr. Gryce in answer to his question. Much; and seeing that further delay was injudicious, I began my story then and there. Prefacing my tale with the suspicions I had always had of Mrs. Boppert, I told them of my interview with that woman and of the valuable clue she had given me by confessing that she had let Mrs.
He gave the details of his discovery of the dead woman's body on the parlor floor, and insisted that no one here he looked very hard at me had been allowed to touch the body till relief had come to him from Headquarters. Mrs. Boppert, the scrub-woman, followed him; and if she was watched by no one else in that room, she was watched by me.
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