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His game was up, and he saw it; and Ebenezer Gryce's career had begun. Like all destructive things the device by which I had been run into the river was simple enough when understood. In the first place it had been constructed to serve the purpose of a stairway and chute. The latter was in plain sight when it was used by the sailmakers to run the finished sails into the waiting yawls below.
"This is the short and the long of it." Merry Wives of Windsor. PROMPTLY at the hour named, I made my appearance at Mr. Gryce's door. I found him awaiting me on the threshold. "I have met you," said he gravely, "for the purpose of requesting you not to speak during the coming interview. I am to do the talking; you the listening. Neither are you to be surprised at anything I may do or say.
An extra twinge or two of rheumatism warned him that he was approaching the point of disablement. Moreover, of Mr. Gryce's secret fears there was one which loomed larger than the others and held an impulsive, unconsidered movement in check.
Gryce's lips in a tone so full of varied emotions that it was with difficulty I refrained from rushing down the stoop to see for myself who was the occupant of the coach into which my late patient had so passionately precipitated herself.
"And Franklin proceed on his way undisturbed?" She tried not to answer, but the words would come. Pray God! I may never see such a struggle again. "That is as God wills. I can do nothing in the matter." And she sank back crushed and wellnigh insensible. Mr. Gryce made no further effort to influence her. "She is more unfortunate than wicked," was Mr. Gryce's comment as we stepped into the hall.
The look of gloom disappeared from Miss Butterworth's eyes. "Then I may return home in peace," she cried. "It has been a desperate five hours for me, and I feel well shaken up. Will you escort me to my carriage?" Miss Butterworth did not look shaken up. Indeed, in Mr. Gryce's judgment, she had never appeared more serene or more comfortable.
The clew which promised so much was, to all appearance, a false one. He could soon tell. Mr. Gryce's fears were only too well founded. Though Mr.
"O yes; thick enough for two letters." "Large enough and thick enough to contain this?" laying the confession, folded and enveloped as it was, before her. "Yes, sir," giving it a look of startled amazement, "large enough and thick enough to contain that." Mr. Gryce's eyes, bright as diamonds, flashed around the room, and finally settled upon a fly traversing my coat-sleeve.
Gryce's voice was more than fatherly now, it was tender, really and sincerely tender. "I will take them back; but to which of the brothers shall I return them? To" he hesitated softly "to Franklin or to Howard?" I expected to hear her respond, his manner was so gentle and apparently sincere.
"It must have been some common burglar or desperado; can you not bring him, then, to justice?" Her attitude was so touching, her whole appearance so earnest and appealing, that I saw Mr. Gryce's countenance brim with suppressed emotion, though his eye never left the coffee-urn upon which it had fixed itself at her first approach. "You must find out you can!" she went on.
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