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"But you are to be tied hand and foot," cried the Judge. "And on top of that," he burst forth indignantly, pointing aggrievedly at Vance, "he himself proposed this flour-and-shot test. It was silly, senseless bravado!" "Not necessarily," repeated the girl. "He knew that I invented it." Rainey laughed. Gaylor gave an exclamation of enlightenment.
Judge Gaylor accepted the slip of paper gingerly, and in turn moved his fine head pompously toward each of the young men. Most of them were known to him, but for the moment he preferred to appear too deeply concerned to greet them. With an expression of shocked indignation, he recognized only Walsh. "Yes, I have seen it," he said, "and there is not a word of truth in it! Mr. Walsh, I am surprised!
His eyes, which were strangely brilliant and young-looking, peered suspiciously from under ragged white eyebrows. But when they fell upon the doctor, the eyes became suddenly credulous, pleading, filled with self-pity. "I'm a very sick man, Doctor," said Mr. Hallowell. Judge Gaylor bustled forward cheerily. "Nonsense, Stephen, nonsense," he cried; "you look a different man this morning.
"Will you take these now?" asked Gaylor, and into her open palms he poured the flour and shot. "And, now," continued Lee, "will you go into the cabinet?" As she seated herself, he knelt in front of her and bound her ankles. From behind her Strombergk deftly wound the ropes about her body and through the rungs and back of the chair. "Would you mind seeing if you can withdraw your arms?" Lee asked.
She could not have guessed that he loved Mrs. May. He ought to be flattered because poor Carmen had started out to meet him in the forest, instead of waiting at Wawona. The sound of her voice, with its deep contralto, reminded him how much he owed to Mrs. Gaylor. Her friendship and generosity had made him rich.
"We must get away from this house," he declared. "If he finds us here " With a gesture of dismay he tossed his hands in the air. Gaylor nodded. In silence all, save Mannie, moved into the hall, and halted between the outer and inner doors of the vestibule. Gaylor turned to Vance. "Are you going to tell her," he asked, "that he is to be there tonight?" "He'll tell her himself, now!"
The reporters halted jealously. Again Gaylor showed his impatience. "About Mr. Hallowell's health?" he demanded. "There's nothing more to say." "No, it's not about his health," ventured the reporter. "Well, not now. I am very late this morning." The Judge again moved to the bedroom and the reporter, as though accepting the verdict, started to follow the others.
Seeing she was a rarely beautiful young woman, he scowled less severely; and then deliberately and expertly, again slapped Mr. Jerry Gaylor on the cheek. He watched the white mark made by his hand upon the purple skin, until the blood struggled slowly back to it, and then rose. He ignored every one but the police officer. "There's nothing the matter with HIM," he said. "He's dead drunk."
"I suppose by this new will," she asked, "the girl gets nothing?" "Not at all!" exclaimed Gaylor emphatically. "We don't want her to fight the will. She gets a million." "A million dollars?" demanded Vera. For an instant, as though trying to grasp the possibilities of such a sum, she stood staring ahead of her. With doubt in her eyes, and shaking her head, she turned to Vance.
"And you've lied to me!" cried Gaylor. "You've deceived me. You you jailbirds you idiots." His voice rose hysterically. "And do you think," he demanded fiercely, "I'll help you now?" "No!" said the butler. The word caught the Judge in the full rush of his anger. He turned stupidly as though he had not heard aright. "What?" he asked.
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