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Boyden. Had you begun by stating that Venner called yesterday upon Mr. Hafferman, I should not have demurred over the matter." "There's no harm done, Mr. Garside, none whatever," replied Boyden, bowing and smiling. "I appreciate your caution, sir. If there proves to have been any mistake in ordering them, you can easily return the stones. Good-morning, sir."
Then he strode rapidly away, quickly losing himself in the midday stream of people thronging the famous New York thoroughfare. Less than five minutes later, before any misgivings had crept into the mind of Mr. Garside, the senior member of the firm came hurrying into the store. "Oh, I say, Venner!" exclaimed his partner, stopping him near the office door.
Garside, Heppell, Hunt and Bostock; while Captain James and 2nd Lieut. Rogers were wounded. Other ranks escaped very lightly with 9 killed and 39 wounded. April pursued its bitter way with snow and sleet.
"Perry Dalton is one the smooth, pock-marked rascal whom you, Mr. Garside, had the pleasure of meeting this morning. He is nicknamed Spotty Dalton, because of his slight disfigurement." "And the other?" "Is a man named Matthew Stall, more commonly called Matt Stall. He is a Western man, a graduate of a California university, and is an expert electrician.
Venner, at the time of this robbery?" "As I was absent myself, I cannot say," replied Venner, rather dryly. "How about it, Garside? you were here." "Only one clerk, a young man named Spaulding, was out of the store." "Was he out on business?" "Yes, under my instructions," Venner quickly explained.
Or will you wait until Mr. Venner comes in?" "I will not wait, Mr. Garside, since you are one of the firm, and probably know about this matter," replied the young man, drawing a small cloth-covered package from his breast pocket. "Here are the ten diamonds for which Mr. Venner sent us an order this morning. I come from Thomas Hafferman, sir, and will leave the stones with you."
Watching the stranger covertly, she understood that this man whom she had seen for the first time three days before had done exactly what she would have expected of him. "I saw a great deal of Lance Radcliffe when I was younger," she said. "His people still live at Garside Scar, close by Dufton Holme. I presume you will call on them?"
"But ain't it so?" cried another. "Why, Mr. Garside Why! it's in the Harpoon." "But you won't find it in another Harpoon," laughed the director, recovering possession of the newspaper. "It's only a joke. But I positively had to give you ladies a real shock or we'd never have got this scene right." "Well, of all the impudence!" began Mrs. Painter.
"You look on me as part of this? I mean it seems to you that I fit in with my surroundings, and would be in harmony only with them?" "Yes," answered Wyllard gravely, "I think you fit in with them excellently." Agatha laughed. "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.
Everything, it seemed, went smoothly with rhythmic regularity, and though it is possible that many Englishmen would have regarded Garside Scar as a very second-rate country house, and would have seen in Major Radcliffe and his wife nothing more than a somewhat prosy old soldier and a withered lady old-fashioned in her dress and views, this Westerner had what was, perhaps, a clearer vision.
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