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"A few sticks of dynamite in a plugged gas-pipe: cut your fuse long enough, light it, and throw the thing under the car. That would settle it." Adair yawned sleepily. "Well, they've got all night for the inventive part of it. There's no rescue for us unless somebody a good husky army of somebodies just happens along." "The army is less than eight miles away over at Frisbie's camp," said Ford.
"That is just what I came to speak to you about. It is called for to-morrow at ten." "To-morrow at ten?" "Yes." "Are you quite ready with the defense?" "I was until this nasty business of Frisbie's confession turned up. I shall have to take a copy of the paper containing it home with me to-night, and study it, to see how I can pull it to pieces, and destroy its effects upon the jury.
In plain phrase, then, understand: you took not in the stranger at your gate; but he found refuge with these blacks; and because they showed mercy unto him, the sword of Frisbie's wrath was turned aside from them, and, edged by Stephen's witty jest, directed against you and yours.
Folk dinna look as he looked when they're telling the truth." "Cuthbert, you are an old dolt! We do not depend on Frisbie's word, exclusively. We have the fact of finding him in the room." "I misdoubt he e'en just hid himsel' in there for the purpose of robbery, unbeknownst to the leddy. And then cast the blame on her to help to shield himsel', the villain!"
And who knows, for, with all his sincerity and aspiration, he has an eye to temporal uses, who knows but this stumbling-block an enemy has placed in his way may prove the stepping-stone of his ambition? "What is all this, James?" he inquires of his son, who comes out to the gate to meet him. "Frisbie's meanness!" says the young man, almost choking. "And the whole town is laughing at us!"
"Before this troublesome confession of Frisbie's your chance was an excellent one " "But since?" "Well, as I say, that is an ugly feature in the case; but I will do my best. And to say nothing of my own poor abilities, my colleagues, Stair and Drummond, are among the most successful barristers in the kingdom. They are always safe to gain a verdict where there is a verdict possible to be gained."
Eckstein spat out the extinct cigar stump he was chewing. "We are to know beyond a question of doubt, this time. Who is in the Nadia, besides Ford?" "The two naygurs." "No one else?" MacMorrogh shook his head. "No wan." "You are sure Mr. Adair and Brissac are out of the way?" "They got Gallagher to push them up to Frisbie's track camp in Misther North's car an hour before dark."
One day when Fabens happened to stop at the tailor's, in the village, he thought to inquire into Frisbie's story, concerning the handkerchief, which he would have them believe George Ludlow had stolen. The tailor was positive in denying the truth of the whole affair. It was false, he said, and much like many other lies they had told.
But Frisbie's back was towards Lord Vincent, and so the viscount could not possibly get a glimpse of the expression of his face. He next looked to see if he could find the selfish vixen who had lured him to his ruin, and whom he now hated with all the power of hatred latent in his soul.
In winter-time, when the hillsides were deep with snow, Frisbie's slope saw some of the merriest coasting parties that ever felt the exhilaration of the sudden dash downward as the bright runners skimmed the hard, frosty surface. The long, level expanse of meadow that had to be crossed before the hill was reached from the Frisbie mansion would be an ideal place for an airdrome.
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