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He nodded toward the rope which Professor Brierly was carefully examining as he was uncoiling it. Professor Brierly looked up, a trace of anxiety in his deep eyes. "Was there water in the gully, Brasher?" "A little, not to amount to anything." The anxiety in Professor Brierly's eyes deepened. "Running water, Brasher?" "Oh, no, not that.
There was no morality in the impulse which induced me to lay before him Brierly's plan of evasion I may call it in all its primitive simplicity. There were the rupees absolutely ready in my pocket and very much at his service.
'The sight of that watery-eyed old Jones mopping his bald head with a red cotton handkerchief, the sorrowing yelp of the dog, the squalor of that fly-blown cuddy which was the only shrine of his memory, threw a veil of inexpressibly mean pathos over Brierly's remembered figure, the posthumous revenge of fate for that belief in his own splendour which had almost cheated his life of its legitimate terrors.
He could plainly see that his daughter's love-affair with Layson had gone wrong, he realized that there was little chance that he could buy Madge Brierly's coal lands at anything but a fair value, and now to fall by his hand! "I'll make that false," he muttered, "Why, I've got to do it!" He moved away among the trees, but stopped in frequent thought as he progressed.
Just a little water in the bottom from some rain mebbe, or, mebbe it was seepage." Professor Brierly's features cleared. There was no hesitation in his manner. He turned briskly to Matthews. "Did the microscope and slides come, John?" When Matthews answered in the affirmative, he continued: "A large vessel, John, and some clear cold water." He turned to the detective.
Throughout the mountains blazed a fierce resentment of the railroad builders' presence and their work; in no heart did it burn more fiercely than in poor Joe Lorey's, for the fear obsessed him that a member of the army of invaders had succeeded in depriving him of the last chance of getting that which, among all things on earth, he longed for most Madge Brierly's love.
After the silence had lasted a painfully long time, Professor Brierly asked: "Anything wrong, Thomas?" The old scientist's concession to the amenities did not extend to calling the youngster "Tom" or "Tommy." The little chap nodded. "Yes, Pop, something very wrong, very, VERY wrong." Professor Brierly's features showed appropriately grave concern. "What is it?"
The one thing needed to drive Matthews into a murderous rage had happened: an assault on Professor Brierly. In addition to the vast respect and veneration Matthews had for the old man he had a tenderness for him such as a man has for his mother. His scientific associates would have had difficulty recognizing the budding young scientist who showed so much promise under Professor Brierly's tutelage.
You, John, with all your scientific training. I cannot expect anything else from Hale. A newspaper man lives on emotional sensations. They form his stock in trade, but you " Harry Stoy interrupted: "Professor, if you're askin' about Mr. Brown's farm all them things you mentioned are there and there's some leghorn chickens and some " Professor Brierly's eyes glowed approvingly.
"My hand, Professor, which " Professor Brierly's ire was rising. "John " "Oh, you mean my hand, Professor. I guess I broke a metacarpal bone. That bird had a hard jaw. Too bad I didn't use my foot," he said, regretfully. "You're a savage young man," blared the old man. "Such instincts are " "Shall we say er primitive," suggested Jimmy.
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