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In the store of the Strout and Maxwell Company quite a number of the town's people were gathered about the big air-tight stove which was kept stuffed full of wood by willing hands and from which came great waves of almost scorching heat. Such congregations of villagers are often said to be composed of loafers and loungers, but it was not so at Fernborough.
He had nearly an hour at his disposal. His first visit was to the Eagle Hotel, where he put up the horse. Mr. Parsons, the proprietor, was greatly pleased to meet him. "You haven't forgotten how we railroaded Strout out of office, have you?" "That was long ago," said Quincy. "Strout and I are good friends now. He's one of my partners in the Fernborough store. "So I've been told." Quincy took Mr.
"He is not an Italian. He's a Yankee. Look at his name." "That's Italian surely." "It's only his Yankee name transposed. Aren't you good on anagrams?" "Certainly, I'm not. Please tell me." "Do you remember a young man in Fernborough with consumption whom I sent to a sanatorium in New York?" "Yes, Mr. Scates." "You've hit it. Mr. Arthur Scates, or A. Scates for short.
"I wish we were safe at Fernborough Hall with Aunt Ella." "And so do I, my dear, but the walking is poor, and we must put up with our present method of locomotion for a few days longer. Think of the good times we have had and those in store for us."
"Who has turned traitor? I pledged them all to secrecy," cried Quincy. "Harry told me, and I had a cablegram from Florence." "Did she use my name? If so, we are undone and the reporters will swarm like bees." "You are safe," said Maude. "The message read: Brother found. Keep quiet." Tom was prevailed upon to remain in Boston until Quincy could go to Fernborough.
"What was your other reason for coming here to-night?" "Don't you think Catessa is a fine tenor?" "He has the most beautiful voice I ever heard," Alice replied. "I know him. He is an old friend of mine. I'm going behind the scenes to congratulate him personally." "Did you meet him in Italy?" "No in Fernborough, Massachusetts." "Why, Quincy, what do you mean? There were no Italians in Fernborough."
The boys held up the papers so the headlines in large type could be seen. The word "Fernborough" caught the eyes of those attracted by the word "Murder" and the copies were soon disposed of, obliging many intending purchasers to share the news with those who had been fortunate enough to obtain copies. Quincy was in Mason Square when the newsboys arrived and he purchased a paper.
When Aunt Ella and Florence returned to Fernborough Hall they told Alice the wonderful story. "I am so glad for your sake, Florence, and the Captain's too. I think Aunt Ella's suggestion about sending the cablegram to your father was an excellent one." The story was told, also, to Sir Stuart.
Nearly nine years had passed since young Quincy's birth, and Alice was still at Fernborough Hall. She could not leave it now, for Aunt Ella was again a widow. Her mind was troubled about her boy. He had recurrent attacks of throat trouble, and was not strong as she wished him to be. "It's the damp, foggy weather," said Aunt Ella.
"We'll get her to find Strout after he leaves Fernborough. Give me that check to-morrow early. I'm going to Fernborough with an architect to have plans made for the alterations." Mr. Strout could look from his window and see what was going on at the Hawkins House. "Who's bought the hotel, Abner?" "Well, Mr. Strout, they do say it's Mr.
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