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Cunningham is not implicated. But the bag is still a clue, for how did it get into Mr. Crawford's office?" "We must find out who Mr. Cunningham is," I suggested. "He's not the criminal, either. If he had left his wife's bag there, he never would have let her send this letter." "Perhaps he didn't know she wrote it." "Oh, perhaps lots of things! But I am anxious to learn what Mrs.
Crawford's office?" "Ah, how did it?" The laughing face was sober now and she seemed appalled at the question. "Jack says some one must have found it in the car-seat where I left it, and he" she lowered her voice "he must be the " "The murderer," I supplied calmly. "It does look that way. You have witnesses, I suppose, who saw you in that train?" "Mercy, yes! Lots of them.
"Here's the clue," said Parmelee's voice, as he grasped my arm and turned me in another direction. He pointed to a glittering article on the large desk. It was a woman's purse, or bag, of the sort known as "gold-mesh." Perhaps six inches square, it bulged as if overcrowded with some feminine paraphernalia. "It's Miss Lloyd's," went on Parmalee. "She lives here, you know Mr. Crawford's niece.
Crawford's men do not seem to have retrieved the character of their predecessors, but made a feint to go in, and, falling by dozens beneath the murderous fire, gave up the ground. Griffin's division, past which the fugitives ran, halted awhile before taking the doubtful way; the whole corps was now back to the Boydtown plank-road, and nothing had been done to anybody's credit particularly.
Was it possible that slip of paper was a clue, and pointing toward Hall? Without definite hope of seeing Gregory Hall, but hopeful of learning something about him, I strolled back to the Crawford house. I went directly to the office, and by good luck found Gregory Hall there alone. He was still searching among the papers of Mr. Crawford's desk. "Ah, Mr.
They were now on the second floor, and the appearance of a housemaid prevented any farther conversation. For Fanny's present comfort it was concluded, perhaps, at the happiest moment: had he been able to talk another five minutes, there is no saying that he might not have talked away all Miss Crawford's faults and his own despondence.
"Say to them," said I, "that Sir François de Lorraine mark the name carefully, please and his friend desire to make inquiry concerning Lady Crawford's health, and would deem it a great honor should the ladies grant them an interview." Will's countenance was as expressionless as the face upon the mug from which he had been drinking. "I shall inform the ladies of your honor's request."
Crawford's. She sat and cried con amore as her uncle intended, but it was con amore fraternal and no other. William was gone, and she now felt as if she had wasted half his visit in idle cares and selfish solicitudes unconnected with him.
A little flicker of a smile shot across Crawford's face. "We're all looking for men good men all the time. I can use a half-dozen more cow-punchers right now. Do you want to try it?" Conniston's one glance of the girl's eager face decided him. "I've always had a curiosity to know what they did when they punched the poor brutes," he grinned back.
His, therefore, must be worn; and having, with delightful feelings, joined the chain and the cross those memorials of the two most beloved of her heart, those dearest tokens so formed for each other by everything real and imaginary and put them round her neck, and seen and felt how full of William and Edmund they were, she was able, without an effort, to resolve on wearing Miss Crawford's necklace too.
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