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"Pah!" slurred Devereau. "Pah! I coulda done it myself." But Blair's quietness fooled him. "I'm not saying that it wasn't convincing." He thought it time to placate. "It was neat. I've gave you credit. Sure! You looked great. You looked like a world-beater, in there against Fanchette. But that's just what I'm trying to get at.
During the recital the expressions which chased across Elliot's face were as varied as they were full of concern. "Then I wasn't merely hysterical, was I?" he brooded after Steve had finished. "Who who did you say you thought might be behind the man who would have had your plans, had it not been for Mr. Devereau?"
"I'll listen," said Perry. So Dunham drew readily upon invention. "We've talked it over," he said. "Devereau and I and some of the other boys. And we've decided that there's nothing in it for any of us as the situation now stands. The title's too obscured. You claim it. So does Montague. So we've decided to offer you a match with " "I've challenged Montague," Perry interrupted.
White face whiter still against the background of his somber vestments, debonaire and drunkenly insecure in the saddle, Garret Devereau tore out into the main road and thundered off into the night. Barbara Allison stood a long time motionless, her back to the motionless man so near her. She stood and stared, pale as had been that black-robed horseman, straight ahead of her.
Finally he reached out a timid, blue-veined, pitifully unsteady hand and plucked at Steve's blue flannel sleeve. And his words were an echo of those which Stephen O'Mara had heard before that night from other lips. "Then you are you," he framed the words laboriously. "I wasn't sure even when I knew it must be." And Garry Devereau tried to smile his slow smile of sophistry.
Do you but of course you know Garry Devereau?" he finished. "Knew his father," Elliott answered succinctly. "Know him well! Good blood good brains big hearts! Why?" And then, for the second time that day, Steve related the salient points of that episode which had opened with the trio of owls along the trail and ended with the first gray streaks of returning day.
Little by little her tense body relaxed; the line of her lips softened. Almost before she realized it that morning, she had relegated her anxiety over Garry Devereau and her astonishment at the confession which she had beheld in Miriam's eyes to a rather hazy background, and turned to those very thoughts against which she had fought so fiercely throughout the night.
And Garret Devereau dropped out of the world for a long time. "It was a year before he came back. People had already begun to talk about the way his father had gone before him he shot himself, Mr. O'Mara, when he became tired of waiting for Garry's mother to return and when Garry reappeared they talked more.
Politely Barbara examined it. "I'm sure I couldn't," she answered. And, very slowly: "Miriam is going to marry Garry Devereau. She is disgracefully happy about it." The older woman received this irrelevance with composure. "How charming," she said. "And I am sure that they will continue to be as happy as I hope you will be soon. This suit was Steve's little Steve's. Dear me, what a day that was!"
It was Devereau, Blair's own manager ex-manager, the day after the Gay bout who gave out the interview announcing the severance of business relations with the champion. There were reasons, he said, but he was not explicit. He left them veiled at first, purposely obscure. What was the use of discussing it? Blair was a fluke champion anyway. Everybody knew that.
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