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"No, someone else was ahead of me," answered Frank, as Fenn's question confirmed his belief that his companions did not know of his night trip." I was just out for a little paddle on the creek." "How does she ride?" asked Bart, looking the canoe over. "Fine; like a cork." "You look as though you were pretty tired," commented Ned, with a curious look at his chum. "I didn't sleep much last night."
'Well, well, replied Mr. Romaine, 'it may be. There are things that do not bear discussion. And with a wave of his hand he disappeared abruptly down a flight of steps and under the shadow of a ponderous arch. The lawyer was scarce gone before I remembered many omissions; and chief among these, that I had neglected to get Mr. Burchell Fenn's address.
"You're a man, for all the starch in you, Julian," Furley declared. "If anything were to happen to that girl, I'd wring Fenn's neck." "I think she's safe for the present," Julian pronounced. "You see, she isn't in possession of the incriminating document. I took it from her when she was in danger of arrest." "What are you going to do with it?"
It seemed that he was with Mr Higgs. If he would wait, said the door-keeper, his name should be sent up. Fenn waited, while the door-keeper made polite conversation by describing his symptoms to him in a hoarse growl. Presently the minion who had been despatched to the upper regions with Fenn's message returned. Would he go upstairs, third door on the left.
"Alicia is in a temper, and won't say anything except to snap out something quarrelsome. What are we going to do?" "I don't know, Bernie," and Dotty looked as if at her wits' end. "It's bad enough to put up with that old Fenn's hateful talk, but now Dolly's gone queer, and you say Alicia has, what ARE we to do?" "Let's talk it all over with Mrs.
Nowhere again were we so well entertained as at Burchell Fenn's. And this, I suppose, was natural, and indeed inevitable, in so long and secret a journey. The first stop, we lay six hours in a barn standing by itself in a poor, marshy orchard, and packed with hay; to make it more attractive, we were told it had been the scene of an abominable murder, and was now haunted.
At this point there filtered through the closed doors the strains of the opening chorus. "By Jove, it's begun!" said Fenn's brother. "Come on, Bob." "Where are we going to?" asked Fenn, as he followed. "The wings?" But it seemed that the rules of Mr Higgs' company prevented any outsider taking up his position in that desirable quarter.
But either the men were conversing in whispers or they had moved back to some remote corner where their voices could not be heard. "I guess I'd better get out of here while I have the chance," Ned thought, and moving softly he left the building. As he hurried along the street toward Fenn's house, determined to join his friends at the dinner, he could not help thinking of what he had overheard.
One of the members thought I was in and before he knew what he was doing he had blurted out something about their going to take the dinner stuff from Fenn's barn. Then he found out I wasn't a member, and a lot of 'em got around me and made all sorts of threats if I told.
"I don't believe he will," said William King; he was holding Fenn's wrist between his firm fingers, and then he turned up a fluttering eyelid and looked at the still dulled eye. Philippa, kneeling on the other side of John Fenn, said loudly: "I will tell HIM and perhaps God will forgive me." The doctor, glancing up at her, said: "No, you won't anyhow at present.
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