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And now, I shall be glad, Sowerby, if you will be after that taxi-man again. Report at one o'clock. I shall be here." With his hand on the door-knob: "By the way," said Sowerby, "who the blazes is Mr. King?" Inspector Dunbar looked up. "Mr. King," he replied slowly, "is the solution of the mystery."
The girl had stood at first, her hand on the door-knob, but losing her balance with a jerk of the train, she let herself fall into the seat. There she sat with her head thrown wearily back, her eyes appealing to the eyes that looked down at her. A queer fancy ran through the man's brain. He imagined that a woman being tried for her life might look at the judge with just that expression.
He said this to himself as if prompting a stupid little boy with a lesson ... In the darkness his hand felt for the door-knob ... but why open the door? ... There was no life behind it. He knew that.... There was no life anywhere in this horrible emptiness.... "Death, then." He muttered, as he flung back the door.
But as all slept, a figure in the dress of a habitant moved through the passages of the house stealthily, yet with an assurance unusual in the thief or housebreaker. In the darkest passages his step was sure, and his hand fastened on latch or door-knob with perfect precision. He came at last into a large hallway flooded by the moon, pale, watchful, his beard frosted by the light.
"I didn't, child," he defended. "It had blown down, I think, and lodged about the door-knob. I thought it was a hand-bill, and rescued it as I came in." "Where had you put it?" asked Cherry, grinning superciliously at the distorted characters on the soiled paper. "On the side of the house by the front door," she confessed. "That's where I put that one." "That one!
I shall have to take my lunch in a pail, like my farm hands, if you don't come, for I'm not going to cast myself on the Lanes for food, except now and then." "Come on, I'm ready. Talk to me about it on the way out, and when I come back I'll put it to mother so artfully she can't refuse." And Josephine took the control of the door-knob out of her brother's hand.
After another moment of this mutual contemplation Madame von Marwitz closed the door, though she still kept her hand on the door-knob. "May I ask what you have been saying of me to Mrs. Forrester, to Mr. Jardine?" "Well, as to Mr. Jardine, Mercedes," said Mrs. Talcott, "there was no need of saying anything, was there, if I turned out right in what I told him I suspected. He sees I'm right.
I wish you'd come down to my place for Sunday.... No, don't shake hands I want to slide away unawares." He had backed away to the threshold and was turning the noiseless door-knob. Even Mrs. Cumnor's doorknobs had tact and didn't tell. "Of course I'll come," I promised warmly. In the last ten minutes he had begun to interest me again. "All right Good-bye."
Perhaps it was that movement which finally decided the curate to speak. "Professor," he said, "I don't want you to go yet." "Why not?" jerked out Stepton, with one hand on the door-knob. "You collect 'cases. I have a case for you. You are a skeptic: you say men should be brought to faith by facts. Sit down. I will give you some facts."
"This is Master Oliver Wheatman of the Hanyards, father," said Margaret, in so low a tone that the host, lingering, hand on door-knob, nearly a dozen paces behind us, could not have heard her. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir," he said, repeating his bow.
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