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This was not unnatural, for was not I the "chorus to the play"? There was still a subdued note to Roscoe's manner the next morning. He was pale. He talked freely however of the affairs of Viking and Sunburst, and spoke of business which called him to Mr. Devlin's great saw mill that day. A few moments after breakfast we were standing in the doorway. "Well," he said, "shall we go?"
Roscoe's depression had vanished; but there was an amiable seriousness in his manner which, to me, portended that the faint roses in Ruth Devlin's cheeks would deepen before the day was done, unless something inopportune happened.
"One that nobody ever could have suspected for such an act," replied Purcel "a son of one of our own tenants honest Michael Devlin's son James." "Utterly impossible, father," exclaimed Julia, "there must be a mistake; that quiet and dutiful boy their only son never could have been concerned in the crime of murder."
Devlin's office at Viking, I will hand you over Phil Boldrick's legacy." The man made as if he would shake hands with Roscoe, who appeared not to notice the motion, and then said: "I'll be there. You can bank on that; and, as we used to say down in the Spicy Isles, where neither of you have been, I s'pose, Talofa!" He swung away down the hillside. Roscoe turned to me.
I says, I've only got one back, and when that's wore out the Lord ain't going to give me another. So I stay home; but it's so lonesome I'm always mighty glad to get to work ag'in." The long, long days sped by, their torture relieved by such comfort as we could find in the gossip of the table, and in daily excursions to Devlin's, where I had become a regular patron.
I am madame's servant; but, indeed, it does not amuse me particularly." "Do you like the place?" The reply was somewhat hurried, and she glanced at me a little nervously. "Oh yes," she said, "I like the place, but " Here Roscoe appeared at the door and said, "Mrs. Falchion wishes to see Viking and Mr. Devlin's mills, Marmion. She will go with us." In a little time we were on our way to Viking.
Marmion will escort me here. Mr. Roscoe, of course, has other duties." "I shall be happy," I said, maliciously smiling, "to guide you to the sacrifice of the saw." She was not disturbed. She touched Mr. Devlin's arm, and, looking archly at him, nodded backwards towards me. "'Beware the anaconda!" she said. It was impossible not to be amused; her repartee was always so unrestrained.
Devlin's manager the facts of the occurrence, more than sated with my morning's experience, I climbed the mountain side, and took refuge from the heat in the coolness of Roscoe's rooms. In the afternoon I received a note from Mrs.
Mechanically I picked it up, and read the superscription. What I saw there I did not think necessary to disclose to the other members of the party; but, as unconcernedly as possible, for Ruth Devlin's eyes were on me, I used it to light a cigar inappropriately, for lunch would soon be ready. "What was the name on the envelope?" she said. "Was there one?" I guessed she had seen my slight start.
While Engle was closeted with Goldmark, Old Man Curry was entertaining another nocturnal visitor. It was the Bald-faced Kid, breathless, his brow beaded with perspiration. "Just got the tip that Elisha has gone lame," said the Kid. "I was in the crap game over at Devlin's barn when Squeaking Henry came in with the news. I ran all the way over here." "Oho, so it was Henry, eh?"
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