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Burnam were to go out to camp that day, to make final arrangements for the long-talked-of week, when the Everetts, Burnams, and Fishers were to pitch their tents beside the engineering camp, in the Bitter Root Mountains, and enjoy a week of roughing it in the wilderness.
Down in the shallow creek sat Grant, blinking up at them in bewilderment, as he wiped the water from his eyes. "What's the matter?" asked Howard, as Mr. Burnam helped the boy to scramble to his feet, and up the steep bank of the stream. "Wish you'd whitewash those guy-ropes!" responded Grant petulantly. "I tripped over 'em, and they landed me in that squdgy old creek.
"Wait," cried Mr. Van Burnam, with a strange air, "I acknowledge I was that person." It was coolly, almost fiercely said, but it was an admission that wellnigh created a hubbub. Even the Coroner seemed moved, and cast a glance at Mr. Gryce which showed his surprise to be greater than his discretion. "You acknowledge," he began but the witness did not let him finish.
Burnam, smiling quietly to herself, as she recalled certain scenes in which Louise and the doctor had played a part. There was no doubt in her mind about the enjoyment of two of their number, however the others might have looked upon it.
Early on the afternoon following the accident, Dr. Brownlee had saddled his horse and ridden away to meet Mrs. Burnam, and prepare her for the new care awaiting her; but it was not until the next day that he told her of his real fear, the danger that the injured eye might become so seriously inflamed that its sight would be destroyed.
Van Burnam's good sense would have chosen any other spot than his father's house to kill her in, knowing that her identity could not be hidden if once she was associated with the Van Burnam name. If, on the contrary, he took her there in good faith, and her death was the unexpected result of a quarrel between them, then the means employed would have been simpler.
I at last reiterated in what I meant to be a whisper, but which fell little short of being a cry, "and you took in this girl?" Her surprise at this burst was almost equal to mine. "Yes, why not; what have they in common?" I sank back, my house of cards was trembling to its foundations. "Do they do they not look alike?" I gasped. "I thought I imagined " "Louise Van Burnam look like that girl!
Van Burnam herself, but a person by the name of Oliver, now to be found at Miss Althorpe's house in Twenty-first Street." As this was in a measure putting the matter into their hands, I saw them both grow impatient in their anxiety to see this girl for themselves.
Then she was a prisoner. Confounded by the mystery of the whole affair, I sat so still the woman looked up in wonder, and I saw I had better continue my questions. "What reason did she give for wanting to stay in the house all night?" "What reason, ma'am? I don't know. Something about her having to be there when Mr. Van Burnam came home. I didn't make it out, and I didn't try to.
My house accommodates no more." "How long have the first mentioned couple been with you?" "Three months. They came in June." "Are they with you still?" "Virtually, sir. They have not moved their trunks; but neither of them is in Haddam at present. Mrs. Van Burnam came to New York last Monday morning, and in the afternoon her husband also left, presumably for New York.
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