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"I was in White's woodshed," said Montgomery rather sullenly. "Oh, ho, you were up to your old tricks!" "He'll never miss it; I couldn't freeze to death; there's a livin' comin' to me," said the handy-man doggedly. "You'll probably have a try for it back of iron bars!" said Gilmore. But it was plain that Montgomery did not enjoy Mr. Gilmore's humor.
"I've made it my business lately to keep one eye on Joe. He spends half his time loafin' at Andy Gilmore's rooms, and the other half gettin' pickled." "What do you wish me to do?" asked the judge, addressing himself to Mrs. Montgomery. "I wish, Judge, that you'd send word to him that you want to see him!" "And toss a good healthy scare into him!" added Mr. Shrimplin aggressively.
Must we give up all idea of making any further inquiries, and wait to place the thing in Mr. Gilmore's hands to-morrow?" "By no means, Miss Halcombe. What has happened in the schoolroom encourages me to persevere in the investigation." "Why does it encourage you?" "Because it strengthens a suspicion I felt when you gave me the letter to read." "I suppose you had your reasons, Mr.
Why do they keep me at Andy Gilmore's why do they give me money? Because what I'm tellin' you is all a lie, I suppose! Just because they like old Joe Montgomery and want him 'round! I don't think!" He threw back his head and laughed with rough sarcasm. "You're a smarter man than me, boss; figure it out; give a reason for it!"
There was a catch in his voice and a pallor in his face. "I didn't say that." Gilmore's chair resounded noisily on the floor as he came to his feet. He strode to the lawyer's side. "Then what in hell do you say?" he stormed. In spite of himself Langham quailed before the gambler's fury. "Oh, keep still, Andy! What a nasty-tempered beast you are!" he said pacifically.
How very much had happened to her, or had seemed to happen, during the interval. At that time she had thrice declined Harry Gilmore's suit; but she had done so without any weight on her own conscience.
It would be so pleasant to discuss the matter with some one that would sympathise with her, with some one who would not wish to drive her into Mr. Gilmore's arms simply because Mr. Gilmore was an excellent gentleman, with a snug property! Even from Janet Fenwick, whom she loved dearly, she had never succeeded in getting the sort of sympathy that she wanted.
Gilmore's rooms had not been occupied Thursday night; that was the night of the murder, and he was at McBride's house," explained the witness. "But you emptied the grate in Mr. North's rooms?" "Yes, sir." "And disposed of the ashes in the usual way?" "Yes, sir." "In the barrel in the yard back of the building?" "Yes, sir." "Did you notice anything peculiar about the ashes from Mr.
Gilmore's presence Joe inclined toward a humble decency, for he was vaguely aware that he was an unclean thing, and that only the mysterious bond of blood gave him this rich and powerful patron. "Well, you old sot!" said Gilmore pleasantly. "You haven't drunk yourself to death since I saw you in McBride's last night?"
Aunt Sarah's caution, Janet Fenwick's anger, poor Gilmore's sorrow, of all these she thought not at all, or only allowed her mind to dwell on them as surrounding trifles, of which it would be necessary that she, that they they two who were now all in all to each other must dispose; as they must, also, of questions of income, and such like little things. She was without a doubt.
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