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Maybe Nick had merely been chivalrous and kind, like all California men, and wanted nothing of her except friendship. Maybe if he had meant to tell her anything, it had been about this beautiful Mrs. Gaylor. Nick introduced them to each other, rather shyly and formally, and they were both extremely polite, even complimentary. Carmen said that she hoped Mrs.
May already engaged to marry him, perhaps waited at his place, or at a Bakersfield hotel. And it seemed likely to Mrs. Gaylor that Nick would go with her and the maid. Carmen could not risk an encounter in the train. Arrived at Bakersfield, fortunately without meeting Nick in his motor, she hired a large automobile. And at the hour when Hilliard was being informed that Mrs.
Hilliard met in New York." "Is she pretty?" "Yes, very. Fair hair and gray eyes that look dark. Mourning is becoming to her." "Is she a widow?" "She gives that impression," Miss Dene smiled. This Carmen Gaylor was like a beautiful, fiery thundercloud. Teasing her was delightful. Theo felt as if she were in a play. It was a dreadful waste of good material not to have an audience.
And Nick could squeeze no more hints from Max Wisler. Herein lay one secret of the man's success; he had his own methods, and no one could persuade or bribe him to depart from them. This caused him to be respected. And Nick had to leave San Francisco with Mrs. Gaylor and Angela, tingling with unsatisfied curiosity. Mrs.
They've taken Gaylor in with them, and we're all working together now on some game for tonight. And Winthrop's coming here!" He shook his head decidedly, importantly. As the only man of the family present, he felt he must meet this crisis. "Paul won't stand for it!" he declared. "Well, Paul will just have to stand for it!" retorted Mrs. Vance. With a murmur of sympathy she crossed to Vera.
In the manner of a cross-examination Gaylor called up his next witness. "Garrett, does any one visit Mr. Hallowell without your knowledge?" he asked. "You may not open the door for him, but you know every one who gets in to see Mr. Hallowell, do you not?" "Every one, sir." "Do you admit any mediums, palm-readers, or people of that sort?" "Certainly not," returned the butler. "Dr.
On the outer edge of the crowd men shouted: "Ah, soak him," "Kill him," "Lynch him." A soiled giant without a collar stooped over the purple, blood-stained face, and then leaped upright, and shouted: "It's Jerry Gaylor, he's killed old man Gaylor." The response was instant. Every one seemed to know Jerry Gaylor. Winthrop took the soiled person by the arm.
"Then, we can say," persisted Irving, "that you say, that Walsh's story is a fake?" "You can say it is not true," corrected Gaylor. "That's all, gentlemen." The audience was at an end. The young men moved toward the hall and Judge Gaylor turned to the bedroom. As he did so, he found that the new man on the Republic still held his ground. "Could I have a word with you, sir?" the stranger asked.
He fell hastily to rearranging the camp chairs. "Hush!" he warned. "Look out!" Gaylor and Rainey had but time to move apart, when Winthrop entered. He regarded the three men with a smile of understanding. "I beg pardon," he exclaimed, "I am interrupting?" Gaylor greeted him with exaggerated heartiness. "Ah, it is Mr. Winthrop!" he cried. "Have you come to help us find out the truth this evening?"
"Miss Vera," Gaylor began impressively, "I desire to apologize for my language this morning. As Rainey no doubt has told you, I have opposed you and Professor Vance. But I I know when I'm beaten. Your influence with Mr. Hallowell today is greater than mine. It is paramount. I congratulate you." He smiled ingratiatingly. "And now," he added, "we are all working in unison."
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