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Bristow's questions, despite their directness, were free from offense. "I I thought," Withers began again and paused. "I thought that, perhaps, her father helped her out, got the jewels out of pawn both times for her." "Did you ever ask him?" "Yes; and he denied having done so. But, you see, my theory is borne out.
"You may depend upon me," said the recruit as he grasped Bristow's proffered hand. "Do you remember that big-whiskered, loud-voiced rancheman who gave us the potatoes the other night? He is sadly in need of help, and he told me that if I would come to his house, bringing three or four friends with me, he would give us citizens' clothes and hide us until the officers gave up looking for us.
He gently released himself from the embrace of the strong arms that had been thrown around him, and looked down at the gaping rent Bristow's bullet had made in the breast of his coat. The missile had passed through his thick carbine-sling and breast-belt, had cut into his coat, vest and shirt, and ploughed a deep furrow through a well-filled wallet which he carried in his inside pocket.
"The physician was easily deceived because, when he came in, all traces of the so-called blood had been obliterated. Altogether, it was a clever trick on Bristow's part. "His motive for staging it and for arranging for a long and uninterrupted sleep was clear enough.
He laid hold of the carbine as he said this, and at the same moment two of his men placed their hands upon the sentinel's shoulders. The latter, seeing that resistance was useless, promptly gave up his piece and dropped his hands by his sides. "It's all that Bristow's work," said he in angry tones. "I knew he wouldn't do to tie to." "Don't say too much," interposed Bob.
There they seated themselves and entered into conversation, Bristow's first words indicating that they were about to discuss a subject that had before occupied their attention. "I tell you, Robbins," said he, "if you are in earnest in what you say, now is the time to prove it." "I certainly am in earnest," answered Gus; "but, to tell you the honest truth, I am afraid."
"I trust that you do not consider my interference in any way officious, Mannering. I thought it best to settle the claims of perfect strangers against Miss Mannering." "May I ask," Mannering continued, "in whose house my niece was permitted to lose this sum?" "It was at the Bristows'," Clara answered. "And under whose chaperonage were you?" Mannering asked. "Lady Bristow's!
"At least, that's my plan. I'm certain Withers had nothing to do with it." For the first time, something far back in Bristow's brain stirred uneasily, as if, miles away, somebody had sounded an alarm. Should he trust this man? Would Braceway try to pick up a false scent, try to throw the whole thing out of gear?
Here you are, asking me questions as if you thought I had killed my own wife! What I want is results, not a lot of hot air and bluff!" He snapped his fingers under Bristow's nose. "Why, dammit!" he shrilled. "Haven't you any idea yet where to look for the murderer? Are you groping around here helplessly after all this time? Dammit! I want a real detective on this job, and I'm going to get one."
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