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Miss Leavenworth," I proceeded, "can it be possible that your cousin has anything in her possession she desires to conceal?" "Then you think she is trying to conceal something?" "I do not say so. But there was considerable talk about a paper " "They will never find any paper or anything else suspicious in Eleanore's possession," Mary interrupted.

"Pour it down the villain's throat!" cried the Virginian, fiercely. "Turn him out of the house!" cried Captain Langford, seizing Jervase Helwyse so roughly by the shoulder that the sacramental cup was overturned and its contents sprinkled upon Lady Eleanore's mantle. "Whether knave, fool or Bedlamite, it is intolerable that the fellow should go at large."

In obedience to the summons, there was a general gathering of rank, wealth and beauty, and the wide door of the province-house had seldom given admittance to more numerous and honorable guests than on the evening of Lady Eleanore's ball.

Mary's reiterated assertions of her cousin's innocence, Eleanore's attitude of lofty silence in regard to certain matters which might be considered by her as pointing towards the murderer. "Your theory must be the correct one," I finally admitted; "it was undoubtedly Eleanore who spoke. She believes in Mary's guilt, and I have been blind, indeed, not to have seen it from the first."

While glancing over the former, a short exclamation from Mr. Gryce startled me into looking up. "What is it?" I cried. He thrust into my hand the leaves of Eleanore's Diary. "Read," said he. "Most of it is a repetition of what you have already heard from Mrs.

Graves were dug in rows, and every night the earth was piled hastily on fresh corpses. Before all infected houses hung a red flag of warning, and Province House was the first to show it, for the plague had come to town in Lady Eleanore's mantle. The people cursed her pride and pointed to the flags as her triumphal banners.

So completely are we the creatures of our own predilections. "The pink of courtesy." Romeo and Juliet. THE morning papers contained a more detailed account of the murder than those of the evening before; but, to my great relief, in none of them was Eleanore's name mentioned in the connection I most dreaded.

"Yes, I'm bringing pressure. I want to see you go on as before." "That won't be easy," I remarked. "Shall we talk it over a little?" "Yes." "All right," he said. "Since that talk we had together the day Eleanore's first child was born, what a splendid start you made in your writing. You were not only earning big pay, you were doing fine work, work that was leading somewhere.

Eleanore, with some show of reason, as it seems, not only suspected her cousin of the crime, but had informed her of the fact, and Mary, overcome with terror at finding there was more or less circumstantial evidence supporting the suspicion, decided to deny whatever told against herself, trusting to Eleanore's generosity not to be contradicted. Nor was her confidence misplaced.

Far across the river the stout German liners lay at their berths and they did not look like sea hogs. What a change had come over the harbor since I had met that motorboat. How all the hogs had waddled away, and the very smoke and the oil on the waves had taken on deep, vivid hues as I had seen through Eleanore's eyes. "What a strange wonderful purple," her low voice seemed to murmur at my side.

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