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After the walk, which was all too brief, he returned to his rocking-chair on the piazza, but Grayville, being a small place, he knew everything that was going on within it, by means of a sort of mental telepathy that the born correspondent acquires.
"I haven't seen Boyd yet," continued Hobart, excitedly, "but I've found out this much already there are people in Grayville who believe Boyd innocent. It is true that he and Wofford the murdered man had been quarrelling in Grayville, and Boyd was taken at the shanty with the blood-stained knife in his hand; but that doesn't settle it." Harley could not restrain an incredulous laugh.
However this may have been, he had not returned, and although at long intervals there had come to Grayville, in a desultory way, vague rumors of his wanderings in strange lands, no one seemed certainly to know about him, and to the new generation he was no more than a name. But from above the portal of the Home for Old Men the name shouted in stone.
It is the purpose of this narrative to explain how it came to be there. No one who has had the advantage of passing through Grayville by day can have failed to observe the large stone building crowning the low hill to the north of the railway station that is to say, to the right in going toward Great Mowbray.
And that is how it happened that the next morning, when the church bells of all Grayville were ringing with an added unction appropriate to the day, the sturdy little son of Deacon Byram, breaking a way through the snow to the place of worship, struck his foot against the body of Amasa Abersush, philanthropist.
Evidently the witnesses would attend Jimmy Grayson's meeting, which was natural, however, as every body in Grayville was sure to come, and Harley also surmised that Hobart had taken upon himself the task of instructing them as to the methods, the manner, and the greatness of the candidate.
"At any rate, if Grayville is not unusual, it is to have an unusual time," he interrupted. "How so?" "It is to hear Jimmy Grayson speak Monday, and it is going to hang a man Tuesday. See, the two events get equal advance space, two columns each, on the front page." He handed the paper to Hobart, who looked at it a little while and then dropped it with an air of increasing discontent.
Possibly it was with a view to get out of sight of the silent big witness to his extravagance that he shortly afterward disposed of all his Grayville property that remained to him, turned his back upon the scene of his prodigality and went off across the sea in one of his own ships.
He tapped with his finger on the dusty car-window, and his expression was so gloomy that the others could not restrain a laugh. "Cheer up, old man," said Barton. "Four more hours and we are in Grayville; just think of that wonderful hotel, with its more wonderful beds and its yet more wonderful kitchen."
He knew, for instance, that Hobart was all the time with one or the other of the three witnesses Metzger, Thorpe, or Williams for the moment the most important persons in Grayville by reason of their conspicuous connection with the great case.
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