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As it happened, I found out a little ahead of time. "You remember the incident of the honest cabman and the hieroglyphic letter which he turned over to me? Here it is, addressed, as you observe, to Mr. Chivers." Indiman drew from a locked drawer in the big centre-table the long strip of bluish paper covered with its incomprehensible dashes.
The reappearance of Chivers in the mill with Collinson, and the brief announcement that the prisoner had consented to a satisfactory compromise, were received at first with a half contemptuous smile by the party; but for the commands of their leaders, and possibly a conviction that Collinson's fatuous cooperation with Chivers would be safer than his wrath, which might not expend itself only on Chivers, but imperil the safety of all, it is probable that they would have informed the unfortunate prisoner of his real relations to his captor.
"March 8. Five days of silence and then another call from Chivers. I met him with the statement that now I would not take less than one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars. He seemed flurried and said that he would have to consult his principal.
Jack Riggs, or I beg your pardon Rivers, or whatever your real name may be," he began slowly. "Sadie Collinson, the mistress of Judge Godfrey Chivers, formerly of Kentucky, was good enough company for you the day you dropped down upon us in our little house in the hollow of Galloper's Ridge.
The woman don't live who would go back on Godfrey Chivers for a husband! Besides, she went off to see your sister at the convent at Santa Clara as soon as she passed those bonds off on Charley to get rid of! Well, we'll have time to get rid of her husband before she gets back. If he don't go easy well" "None of that, Chivers, you understand, once for all!" interrupted Riggs peremptorily.
By the light of the sentry's lantern left upon the ground, Chivers could see that Collinson's face wore a slightly troubled and even apologetic expression.
"Sit down," he said roughly; then, as Chivers passed him, he added to him in a lower tone, "Remember." Slightly squaring his shoulders and opening his coat, to permit a rhetorical freedom, which did not, however, prevent him from keeping touch with the butt of his revolver, Chivers stepped into the open air.
His children had urged him to travel: Mary Chivers had felt sure it would do him good to go abroad and "see the galleries." The very mysteriousness of such a cure made her the more confident of its efficacy. But Archer had found himself held fast by habit, by memories, by a sudden startled shrinking from new things. Now, as he reviewed his past, he saw into what a deep rut he had sunk.
Chivers very well, but in all previous intercourse one finger to his cap had been enough for young Miss Isabel. Certainly it was agreeable, this hothouse atmosphere. "Shall you feel cold?" Lawrence asked, and Isabel, murmuring "No, thank you," blushed in response to the touch of formality in his manner.
I drove a gentleman to your club early in the evening, and he must have left it accidental in the cab. Maybe you know him." It was a plain white envelope bearing the typewritten address: Mr. Orrin Chivers, Nos. 13-15 Barowsky Chambers, Seward Square, New York. The envelope had been opened, but the enclosure still remained in it. "Thank you," said Indiman. "I'll take charge of it."
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