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The pockets bore the label of a leading tailor, and the name "Roland R. Warren." The tailor-made shirts and underwear bore the maker's name and Warren's initials. The handkerchiefs were Warren's. Even those articles which were without name or initials contained the same laundry-mark as those which they knew belonged to the dead man. Carroll's face showed keen interest.
Before I came home, I asked him what he thought of Wallace. He said he was a good sort, or something like that, and I saw that he had a reason for saying it; but he must go on in his patronizing style that Wallace was rather Colonial, though he hadn't drifted too far not beyond reclamation. After all, Wallace was one of us before he went out; and if Carroll's Colonial he's the kind of man I like.
Two days later a reply came from Miss Julia Foster, and a frown sat heavily on Mrs. Carroll's brow. Aunt Julia firmly refused to take over at a moment's notice the burden her sister was so calmly laying on her shoulders. "People who have children must expect to give up something for them," she wrote. "You really must not expect to throw off your responsibilities in this way.
"Why, what is it?" said Mary Lou, catching her arm, for Susan was very white, and she was staring at her cousin with wide eyes and parted lips. "It was Billy," Susan answered. "Josephine Carroll's dead." "WHAT!" Mary Lou said sharply. "That's what he said," Susan repeated dully.
Carroll's voice was snapping out with staccato insistence. "About four o'clock in the afternoon." "Where did you go? Where did you spend the night?" Lawrence shook his head helplessly. "I'll be honest, Carroll I took several drinks " "Alone?" "Yes. And at two o'clock in the morning when my train left I was at the station.
They've got women beaten ninety-seven ways gossiping about that sort of thing." "You know a thing or two yourself, Barker?" The man flushed with pleasure. "Oh, I ain't nobody's pet jackass, when it comes to that!" "Now you" Carroll's tone was gentle, almost hypnotic "of course you know who the woman is that Mr. Warren was planning to elope with?" "I know "
Carroll's wonder and perplexity. He sent the maid from the room, and retired with Miss Castleton to the innermost of his private offices, where without much preamble he informed her that he knew everything. Moreover, Mr. Booth was in possession of all the facts and was even then on the point of starting for Europe to see her. Of course, his letter had failed to reach her in time.
"I should think he might," Helen agreed, "after three months of this heat. He wrote me he intended going to Herne Bay or over to Ostend." "Yes, he had meant to go," Marion answered. She spoke with the air of one who possessed the most intimate knowledge of Carroll's movements and plans, and change of plans. "But he couldn't," she added. "He couldn't afford it.
Presently the two butchers and the dry-goods merchant, standing about the Oriental rug, quite a fine Bokhara, resumed their whispered colloquy regarding it, then they went out. Lee began talking to the druggist and the postmaster, with Willie Eddy at his elbow listening eagerly. "Carroll's sick," said Lee, with a curious effect of partisanship towards himself, as well as Carroll.
"Granted! But when you have facts, you don't need a detective. I'd rather have a suspect talk freely and never tell the truth than have him be reticent and stick to a true story." Leverage's reply had been expressive of his opinion of Carroll's almost uncanny ability. "Sounds like damned nonsense," said he; "but it's never failed you yet.
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