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But to leave him, an innocent man, to go to his death because he was too chivalrous to betray his partner in an adventure this was something that even Bromfield's atrophied conscience revolted at. Clay was standing by him, according to Durand's story. The news of it lifted a weight from his soul. But it left him too under a stronger moral obligation to step out and face the music.
"I didn't know what this joint was like or I'd never have brought you," apologized Clarendon. "A friend of mine told me about it. He's got a queer fancy if he likes this frazzled dive." Clay acquitted Bromfield of conspiracy. He must have been tailed here by Durand's men. His host had nothing to do with it. What for? They could not openly attack him. "Slim" Jim's eyes fell on him. He nudged Dave.
Of this composition it is unnecessary to say more than to quote Durand's observation that in it 'the words "justice and necessity" were applied in a manner for which there is fortunately no precedent in the English language, and Sir Henry Edwardes' not less trenchant comment that 'the views and conduct of Dost Mahomed were misrepresented with a hardihood which a Russian statesman might have envied.
Bear with me if I seem idiotic to-night I've been burning old letters, and that always makes me like a funeral." "Old letters mine?" "I burned yours long ago." "And it isn't two years since we parted! How many have there been since?" "Is this the Inquisition or is it Durand's?" "It's somewhere where we both are," she said, without a trace of sentiment; "that's good enough for me.
Chauvenet glanced about the room cautiously, then bent forward and whispered very low, close to Durand's ear: "Suppose he were the son of the crazy Karl! Suppose he were Frederick Augustus!" "Bah! It is impossible! What is your man Armitage like?" asked Durand irritably. "He is the right age. He is a big fellow and has quite an air. He seems to be without occupation."
Durand's eyes had followed the lady, who had lingered somewhat ostentatiously on the top step and they did not return to me till she had vanished with her companions behind the long plush curtain which partly veiled the entrance.
He was at present out or town, having started some three weeks before for the southwest, but would probably return on receipt of the telegram which had been sent him. The comments made on the murder were necessarily hurried. It was called a mystery, but it was evident enough that Mr. Durand's detention was looked on as the almost certain prelude to his arrest on the charge of murder.
The change he saw in me frightened away the end of his sentence. Turning upon me with some severity, he declared: "There are nine hundred and ninety-nine chances in a thousand that my next word to you will be to prepare yourself for Mr. Durand's arraignment and trial. But an infinitesimal chance remains to the contrary.
He advances towards the post-office a breezy, self-confident gentleman, borne up by pride of race. While mounting the steps he talks airily of "just getting this letter off his mind, and then picking up Jobson and going on to Durand's for lunch." He talks as if he had the whole day before him. At the top of the steps he attempts to push open the door. It will not move.
He was fairly efficient, a "good enough fellow" but not above "greasing," that is, cultivating the officers' favor, or that of their wives and daughters, if thereby ultimate benefits accrued to himself. The three-striper of Ralph's, Jean's and Durand's company whom Mrs. Harold had asked to escort Stella, was an all-round popular man, and a great favorite of Mrs.
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