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Updated: May 4, 2025
"I saw you look out the window a minute ago and shiver." "Just my imagination," laughed Sally Carroll "I'm used to havin' everythin' quiet outside an' sometimes I look out an' see a flurry of snow an' it's just as if somethin' dead was movin'" He nodded appreciatively. "Ever been North before?" "Spent two Julys in Asheville, North Carolina."
According to Evelyn, her sister was an intensely nervous woman: one who stood in fear of being alone at night. And yet this sister had volunteered the suggestion that Evelyn spend the night with Hazel Gresham when her husband was supposed to be out of the city. Carroll, well versed in applied psychology, knew that in such a combination of facts there lay an important clue.
"Bearer," she said, confused by the way he took her decision for granted. "Now," he said, authoritatively, "sign your name there;" and he pushed the form he had drawn up towards her. "I am sorry I cannot offer you a better pen." She took the pen mechanically and signed her name Ellen Carroll. Charles's light eyes gave a flash as she did it. "Manner is everything," he said to himself.
It cost him a determined effort, but he made up his mind to wait; and it was a relief to him when the approach of Mabel and Carroll rendered any confidential conversation out of the question. A week or two had slipped away since Vane cut his hand. He lounged one morning upon the terrace, chatting with Carroll.
Although Holcombe met Carroll several times during the following day, the latter obviously avoided him, and it was not until late in the afternoon that Holcombe was given a chance to speak to him again. Carroll was coming down the only street on a run, jumping from one rough stone to another, and with his face lighted up with excitement. He hailed Holcombe from a distance with a wave of the hand.
He sat back in his chair, eyes never for one moment leaving Lawrence's pallid face. Nor did Carroll speak again he waited. It was Lawrence who broke the silence "Is this what you detectives call the third degree?" "It is not. Now get this straight, Lawrence I came here to find out what you know about Warren and the circumstances surrounding his death.
"Hola!" challenged a voice around the angle of the house. Carroll recognized the voice. He stepped out of the shadows and strode across the open space. At the corner of the house he met the muzzle of a revolver pointing straight at the pit of his stomach. Back of it were the steady and now goggleless eyes of Luther Pruyn. "I am unarmed," said Carroll. "Ah, it's you!" said the other.
"Yes, sir." Carroll eyed sharply the boy's right-hand pocket, which bulged enormously. The girls had by this time come up and stood behind Eddy, holding to each other, their pretty faces pale and concerned. "What is that in your pocket?" asked Carroll. "Marbles." "Let me see the marbles." "It ain't marbles, it's candy." "Where did you get it?" "Mr. Anderson gave it to me."
Armstead and Streeter, had been elected from Carroll County on an independent ticket. They classed themselves politically as Independent or Alcorn Republicans. Carroll was the only doubtful county in the State that the Democrats failed to carry.
"Quarters were assigned for us in the upper part of the town, in what was called 'The holy ground. * I ventured to take board at four dollars per week with a Mrs. Carroll. * Colonel Magaw, Major West, and others, boarded with me." He was fortunate in obtaining his trunk and mattress.
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