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Challoner's cheek under the effort he had made to sustain with unflinching heroism this interview with the man he looked upon as his mortal enemy, slowly faded out till he looked the wraith of himself even to the unsympathetic eyes of Orlando Brotherson. A duty lay before him which would tax to its utmost extent his already greatly weakened self-control.
Brotherson?" "Yes." "I don't think so. It was told me in confidence." "Told you, Mr. Gryce? Pardon my curiosity." "By Mr. Challoner." "Oh! by Mr. Challoner." "He is greatly distressed at having the disgraceful suggestion of suicide attached to his daughter's name.
I loved her " He turned away his head and the silence which filled up the gap, united those two hearts, as the old and young are seldom united. But when a little later, Mr. Challoner rejoined Doris, in her little sitting-room, he nevertheless showed a perplexity she had hoped to see removed by this understanding with the younger Brotherson. The cause became apparent as soon as he spoke.
Brotherson, my patient, he whose letter " But here her impatience rose above every other consideration. Without attempting to finish her sentence, or yielding in the least to her curiosity or interest in this man's errand, she cried out with smothered intensity, "Go! go! I cannot stay another moment from his bedside."
"The man who left this building just before or simultaneously with the alarm caused by Miss Challoner's fall. It clears away some of the clouds befogging us. She probably caught sight of him in the lobby, and in the passion of the moment forgot her usual instincts and drove the sharp-pointed weapon into her heart." "Brotherson!" The word came softly now, and with a thoughtful intonation.
Brotherson has vanished; that is, in his own proper person, but I have an idea that I am on the track of one who will lead us very directly to him if we manage the affair carefully. What I want of you, of course, is mere identification. You saw the face of the man who washed his hands in the snow, and would know it again, you say.
Can you guess have you guessed what this thread is? But how could you without the one clew I have not given you? Mr. Gryce, the tenement where this occurred is the same I visited the other night in search of Mr. Brotherson.
Challoner's immediate inquiry. "This; I make no apologies and expect in answer nothing more than an unequivocal yes or no. You tell me that you have never met my brother. Can that be said of the other members of your family of your deceased daughter, in fact?" "No." "She was acquainted with Oswald Brotherson?" "She was." "Without your knowledge?" "Entirely so." "Corresponded with him?"
Brotherson, I believe," said he, as he motioned his visitor to sit. "That is my name, sir." "Orlando Brotherson?" "The same, sir." "I'm glad we have made no mistake," smiled the doctor. "Mr. Brotherson, I have sent for you under the supposition that you were a friend of the unhappy lady lately dead at the Hotel Clermont." "Miss Challoner?" "Certainly; Miss Challoner." "I knew the lady.
"You see me again, Miss Scott. I hope that yesterday's intrusion has not prejudiced you against me." "I have no prejudices," was her simple but firm reply. "I am only hurried and very anxious. The doctor is with Mr. Brotherson just now; but he has several other equally sick patients to visit and I dare not keep him here too long." "Then you will welcome my abruptness.
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