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"Miss Van Burnam's maid is right," said I, taking the card and with it a fresh installment of courage. Nothing happened for two days, then there came word from the kitchen that a bushel of potatoes had arrived. Going down to see them, I drew from their midst a large square envelope, which I immediately carried to my room.
I have five hundred dollars in my pocket." Mr. Van Burnam's daughter! Well, well! A tragedy of some kind was portending! But I bought the dress. "Now," said she, "lace, and whatever else I need to make it up suitably. And I must have slippers and gloves. You know what a young girl requires to make her look like a lady.
It hadn't an ounce of platinum within a mile of it. The man that sold it ought to be prosecuted, and the fellow that put it up without insulators should be shot. It's too bad the farmers should be gouged in this sort of way." "And Bolt & Burnam's rod is not a fraud?" "A fraud?
"My name's Edmonia Jackson," she had said, in answer to Mrs. Burnam's question; "but dey mos'ly calls me Janey. But laws, Mis', ef you 'll on'y let me stay yere, you all can call me what you want. Names is nothin', but I don' want to work in one o' them log-cabins; they 's too much like what our po' w'ites lives in. Give me brick or nothin'!"
But the latter was of the finest texture, and convinced me, before I had given them more than a glance, that they were the property of Howard Van Burnam's wife.
I did not understand in the least what he was talking about, but I recognized the sarcasm of his final expression, and had spirit enough to reply: "The subject is too important for any more nonsense. Whereabouts in Franklin Van Burnam's desk were these rings found, and how do you know that his brother did not put them there?" "Your ignorance is refreshing, Miss Butterworth.
She was young and purty, and her hand which dropped the money into mine was small, but I couldn't say no more, not if you was to give me the town." "Did you know that the house you stopped at was Mr. Van Burnam's, and that it was supposed to be empty?" "No, sir, I'm not one of the swell ones. My acquaintances live in another part of the town." "But you noticed that the house was dark?"
Gryce surveyed the young girl more carefully, and saw that he had not been mistaken in regard to the force or extent of the feelings which had driven her into Mr. Van Burnam's presence; and turning back to that gentleman, was about to give utterance to some very pertinent remarks, when he was forestalled by Mr.
If I did, it was because I was thinking of that other woman, the victim of this one, whom I had seen, with her face turned upward and her arms outstretched, in the gloom of Mr. Van Burnam's half-closed parlor. "She looked as if she was dead," the good woman continued, "but just as I was about to call for help, her fingers moved and I rushed to lift her.
Van Burnam's part any deeper manifestation of feeling than a slight glow on his cheek, and even that disappeared under the detective's scrutiny, leaving him as composed and imperturbable as he had been in his memorable inquisition before the Coroner. Disappointed, and yet in a measure exhilarated by this sudden check in plans he had thought too well laid for failure, Mr.
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