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He was commencing to feel sorry for Agatha Ismay. Next evening Wyllard sat with Mrs. Radcliffe in a big low-ceilinged room at Garside Scar, looking about him with quiet interest. He had now and then spent a day or two in huge Western hotels, but he had never seen anything quite like that room.
"I wish to make a comparison with the forged order which my assistant will presently bring from Mr. Hafferman," Nick coolly explained. "I would suggest that you do not delay me." Venner made no reply, but took a pen and signed the firm's name upon the blank paper. "Now yours, Mr. Garside." "Mine also, Detective Carter?" queried Garside, with a look of surprise. "If you please."
"Well," she said, "I was once, to a certain extent, accustomed to something similar; though, after all, one could hardly compare the Grange with Garside Scar. Still, that was some time ago, and I have earned my living for several years now. That counts for something, doesn't it?" She glanced down at her dress.
Venner departed, and he has not yet returned." Garside had now reached the middle of the store again, where Boyden was still waiting. "Are you quite sure that the order came from Mr. Venner?" he again inquired. "How long ago was the messenger at your store?" "About half an hour ago, sir," Boyden readily answered. "The order was, I presume, signed by Mr. Venner."
Sorry to have troubled you very sorry." "No trouble at all," laughed Garside, accompanying Mr. Raymond toward the street door. "The trouble has been all yours, sir." "That's quite true," smiled Raymond, as he bowed himself out with the package of diamonds in his hand. "But now the pleasure is all mine!" he added to himself, upon reaching the sidewalk.
The first hint of trouble came at 9.30 p.m. that evening, when a message from the Oxfords stated that the enemy were trying to bomb them out of the trench. An hour later the Brigade ordered bombs to be sent up, and Nos. 1 and 2 Platoons, under Lieut. Garside, were sent forward. It was at that time intended that the Oxfords themselves should undertake the counter-attack; but Sergt.
"Oh, there's no harm done, I guess, and but little time lost," interrupted Garside, joining in the other's laugh. "You will deliver them, you say?" "If you please." "Here, Joseph, hand me that package of diamonds left here by Boyden. They were sent to us by mistake. I knew it well enough at the time. Here you are, Mr. "Raymond, sir. I am cashier at Hafferman's. Many thanks.
Was it necessary, really necessary, Rufus?" Venner turned upon him with a half-smothered snarl of contempt. "Bah! You'd be afraid of your own shadow, Garside, if left alone with it," he sneered, between his white, even teeth. "Necessary of course it was necessary! Otherwise, I should not have adopted the ruse. We are about to attempt a big game an infernally big game!
As he turned from the clerk who had informed him of Venner's absence, he added, half in apology, to his visitor: "I was mistaken, young man. My clerk tells me that Mr. Venner is out just now. Do you know where he has gone, Joseph?" "No, sir, I do not." "I think he will presently return," said Garside, again reverting to the caller. "Is there anything that I can do for you?
At Perleyvale, Maine, on August twenty-second, the Reverend Elton Garside, of Herringport, and Miss Amy Smythe, of Perleyvale. What do you know about that?" The gasp of amazement that went up from the women of the Herringport Union Church was almost a chorus of anguish. The paper was snatched from hand to hand. Nobody could accuse the amateurs now of being "wooden." Not until Mrs.
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