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But if, on the contrary, they were such as are usually worn by American women, then my own idea as to the identity of the woman who left them here was established, and I could safely consider her as the victim and Louise Van Burnam as the murderess, unless further facts came to prove that he was the guilty one, after all.
He mentioned me as the clever Miss Butterworth whose testimony is likely to be of so much value in this very interesting case. It was the World I handed the Misses Van Burnam when they came down-stairs to breakfast. It did justice to me and not too much injustice to him. They read it together, their two heads plunged deeply into the paper so that I could not watch their faces.
But not being a man, and not judging it wise to irritate the one representative of that sex then present, I made no remark, but only took a few steps farther into the room, followed, as it afterwards appeared, by the scrub-woman. The Van Burnam parlors are separated by an open arch. It was to the right of this arch and in the corner opposite the doorway that the dead woman lay.
Van Burnam at the time of his several visits, so that his bearing might vary, and you have every opportunity to recognize him for the man you had seen on that fatal night." "Then it was he you brought here each time?" I broke in. "It was he." "Well!" I ejaculated. "The Superintendent and some others whom I need not mention," here Mr.
"A bad case!" murmured Mr. Van Burnam, and with the phrase seemed to dismiss all thought of her. "A bad case!" echoed Mr. Gryce, "but," seeing how fast the look of resolution was replacing her previous aspect of frenzy, "one that will do mischief yet to the man who has deceived her." The stopping of the carriage roused her. Looking up, she spoke for the first time.
Fifteen feet away from them Mrs. Burnam sat in the doorway of her tent, with Louise at her feet. The girl's golden hair was glistening in the moonlight, as she raised her head to speak to the topographer of the party, a sandy-haired, jovial young fellow, so lately come from "Sheff" that he retained all the slang and easy assurance of the genuine college boy.
Van Burnam was missing; that she had left Haddam for New York the day before her husband, and had not since been heard from. Howard was confident, however, that the publicity given to her disappearance by the papers would bring immediate news of her. The effect of the whole article was to raise grave doubts as to the candor of Mr.
But the Coroner gave him no opportunity to finish. "You and Mr. Van Burnam are friends, you say, and it was light enough for you to recognize each other; then you probably spoke?" "No, we did not. I was thinking well of other, things," and here he allowed the ghost of a smile to flit suggestively across his firm-set lips. "And Mr.
While doing this he heard the younger Van Burnam descend and go out, and realizing that he could now see Franklin without difficulty, he was about to return up-stairs when he heard that gentleman also come down and follow his brother into the street.
It did not seem natural or like any of the Van Burnams to leave a woman to spend the night in so large a house alone." "You know the Van Burnams?" "Not well. But that don't signify. I know what report says of them; they are gentlemen." "But Mr. Van Burnam is in Europe." "He has two sons." "Living here?"
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