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But the tall hunchback cleared the fence at a bound, and told them to come on "ef they had the sperrit of a two-weeks-old goslin into 'em." So the bottle was passed round, and for very shame they followed their ungainly leader. "Looky here, boys," said the hunchback, "they's one way that we can fix it so's ole Grizzly can't shoot.
I smell that new scent, which your aunt Annie sent you, upon your handkerchief. Why don't you speak to me?" "Yes, dad," she answered at last, in a low, strained voice, "I I am here." "Then what is meant by my safe being open?" he asked sternly, as all that Goslin had told him a little while before flashed across his memory. "Why have you obtained a key to it?"
"Because three days ago Sir Henry received an anonymous letter bearing the postmark of 'London, E.C., enclosing correct copies of the papers which our friend Volkonski brought from Petersburg, and asking what sum he was prepared to pay to obtain repossession of the originals. On receipt of the letter," continued Goslin, "I rushed to the safe, to find the papers gone.
The old man rose from his stooping position in unfastening the tugs and faced the newcomer. "Why, it's Miss Farnshaw! Gee whiz! Be you a duck t' be out on such a day as this?" he inquired, stepping forward when he saw that she was coming in. Then chuckling at his own humour, he added: "I guess you be a goslin' a goslin' bein' a young goose, you know." Elizabeth Farnshaw laughed.
"My daughter would never betray me, Goslin," said Sir Henry in a hard, distinct voice, rising from the table and slowly walking down the long, book-lined room. "Has no one else been able to open your safe and examine its contents?" asked the Frenchman, glancing over to the small steel door let into the wall close to where he was sitting. "No one. Though I'm blind, do you consider me a fool?
To the ordinary person, my dear Goslin, it appears no doubt, a most dryasdust study, but to a man afflicted like myself it is the only study that he can pursue, for with his finger tips he can learn the devices and decipher the inscriptions," the blind Baronet declared. "Take, for instance, only this little collection of a dozen or so impressions which they have so kindly sent to me from Norwich.
"Ah!" sighed the helpless man, his face drawn and paler than usual, "Gabrielle is the only person who has had sight of it." "Mademoiselle surely could not have copied it," remarked the Frenchman. "Has she a lover?" "Yes; the son of a neighbour of mine, a very worthy young fellow." Goslin grunted dubiously. It was apparent that he suspected her of trickery.
"The Whispers eh, Goslin?" laughed the old man in defiance. "Let the people believe what they will. My daughter shall never return to Glencardine never!" As he had been speaking the door had opened, and James Flockart stood upon the threshold. He had overheard the blind man's words, and as he came forward he smiled, more in satisfaction than in greeting.
Every man among them knew well her neat round handwriting, yet only Goslin had ever seen her. The Frenchman was asked to describe both the girl and her lover. This he did, declaring that Gabrielle and Walter were a very handsome pair. "Whatever may be said," remarked old Volkonski, "the girl was a most excellent assistant to Sir Henry.
It is believed that the girl has a key to the safe, which she handed to her lover in order that he might secure the papers and sell them in Russia." "But young Murie is the son of a wealthy man, I've heard," observed the Baron. "Certainly. But at present his allowance is small," was Goslin's reply. "Well, what's to be done?" inquired the Italian. "Done?" echoed Goslin. "Nothing can be done."
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